Weeping

I know where tears come from.

From rainy days like this.

The rain just drip, drip. drips
into pools of despair
that pour down
into the creases of your heart-
that twists through your veins-
that invade your thoughts...

And the rain stays there-
all swollen up inside of you
till finally
someone
or something
touches your heart-
breaks that fragile vessel-
and tears burst forth
and flow out
like painful rivers
into
a salty sea.