In comes the rain and out go the tears

They've been locked deep inside for weeks that seem like years

Waiting and praying for storm clouds to come

Because that's the only time that crying is allowed.

I have to pretend to be so hard and so strong

But as the rain pours the tears can finally run

This is the time that I don't have to make

I am allowed to just stand here and break.

And if someone happens to walk by and wave,

I'll put on a smile and say, "Hey, how's your day?"

They will never know that the water on my face

Comes not from the sky, but a deeper, sadder place.

So I stand outside and cry until the rain goes away

Then go inside again and go on with my day

The sadness, depression and anger builds up

Until the rain comes again and I can let it all out.