I remember the last time it rained. We were together, out in the open, letting the water wash over us. You were quiet. Stone still beside me. It wasn't till I looked over that I finally noticed your tears. They poured from your eyes so much like the rain from the sky that I almost didn't see it. I wanted, then, more than anything to hold you. To clutch you in my arms and keep you close. Because in that moment, I realized you were hurting just as much as I was. And no one should ever feel that burden.
