Like an Old Friend

When you feel the need to cry, open up and yell to the sky. Share your many sorrows with the nesting sparrows and scream your agony to the clouds. They're always there to listen.  And when your tears start to fall the clouds will crackle and lightning strike. Split and fall, like bullets, fighting your fight. While rumbling through your battle the thunder whispers words of compfort. The wind is whipping around you like a feathery embrace. And with graceful trend th rain comes dancing down, washing away your tears. Like an Old Friend.