Today the tears rolled down my cheeks.
Finally,
after what has seemed to be a drought over the Amazon.
My lids filled to the brim
overflowing into the valleys
at the base of my nose,
across my lips,
and at the cleft of my chin.
Even rolling down my neck,
if the picture called for it.
My lids filled to the brim,
drenching my fingers.
Filling the valleys at their tips.
Every crevice taking full advantage of this nourishment.
Who knew how long it would last,
or when it would come again.