the soft pitter-patter of nature's tears echo in my ears. the mist swallows them whole, shielding them from the world.

why do we cry?

because nature does, too.
its despair waters our flowers, its  pain quenches our thirst.

but our tears?

they hurt no one but ourselves. trying so desperately to keep them in.

but there's strength in weakness,

an accomplishment in a failure,

there's peace in loss.