Nights Like This

The skies held a heaviness inside them. The Earth had a secret to tell. The pressure of which was tearing her apart...I knew that pain. I knew the sorrow of wanting to speak words loudly from the mountaintops for everyone to hear but being silenced by fears. Yes, this was my own predicament, Earth, however, held something much greater behind her starry eyes. A palpable heaviness filled the air with the scent of rain and summer heat. I knew what this meant: storm is coming soon. I breathed deep once, twice, three times, simply to inhale the beauty of such great pretending...pretending in which I had once prided myself but simply could no more. Maybe I'd lost my niche. Maybe it was time for my hiding and running scared days to end.
And then.
A droplet fell from the clouds to my shoulder. I turned my face toward the sky, embracing whatever it held next.
A downpour of raindrops pounded pavement and slowly drowned blades of grass...and gracefully treaded across my forehead and down my cheeks. Tiny trickles fell around my eyelids and ever-so-cunningly hid any traces of my own tears that I might need to hide.
I thanked the skies for that.
Fear had often made its way to my eyes and forced out warm, salty emotions, and I had even more often longed to cover them...cover my cries...cover my bloodshot eyes.
Tonight was the night.
Moonlit drops fell from grey clouds and camouflaged my fears.
Finally, the Earth let her tears fall.
And we cried together, like old friends over faded memories, we wept in unison.