April Showers

by Charlotte Frick

The rain falls like tears
from the eyes of a person
whose head has been clouded
with emotions for
too long.

One little drop
broke the dam
and now everything is
flooded.

Hot salty tears
roll down their face
washing away all of
their armor.

The armor that has kept them
safe
through all of the
pain, stress, and heartbreak.

Now the armor
and the dam
that held everything back
is gone.

They are in their
most vulnerable state,
a place at which
one single blow
can bring their whole life
tumbling down.

Over time,
they build their armor
back up.

They may not notice
that humidity increases,
slowly but increasingly so.

They build armor
back up
until it is strong,
before another shower
rolls into town.

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