break down

Tell my story, he says...Tear it apart, bring it to the surface – let the world know who I was. I cry, tears rolling down my face in waves of pain, I am not ready to let him go. I storm through the front screen door, it squeaks as I escape out into the cool night. The rain is coming down at a steady pace, and within seconds I can no longer tell the rain from my tears. Falling down into the grass, the cool blades brushing my knees, I beg God to let him stay. I bargain, I plead, I wait. still nothing... i am not surprised, but i sit and cry because in the rain you cant see my tears.