It Can Only Get Worse

The rain falls. It pours. Its silent screams echo throughout this place. The clouds are releasing their anguish upon us. They have to sometime. They can’t hold it all it forever, as some of us humans seem to do. It’s nothing but water, water falling from the sky. Not that long ago rain did not even exist. Well, I can tell you now, it most certainly does.1

The Heavens seem to cry out for salvation, as does every other element of this earth. They cry God himself. Whether or not He chooses to answer, I do not know.2

And I sigh. I am the only thing that dares be out at this hour, in this storm. But I am out. I’m not going back in. At least, not yet. I lift my face to the sky, the dark swirling sky. I let my eyes close. With a single moment, I breathe in, and I try something that the skies seem to have found content in. I let it all pour out. I fall to my knees, raising my hands to the air. My hands find their way to my face. My body heaves. Letting the sky’s anguish reflect on my own face, I cry. I cry. My walls fall. My tears pour. My silent screams join with the sky’s and they become one. One silent scream that refuses to be silent no longer, and voice what it did not have to voice to voice before.3

“Oh, God!” I sob. I cry out to Him. I cry out to the only One I know can save me. The agony of my tortured soul screamed out. It screams. And I cry. Oh...do I cry. I cry until I cannot remember why I am crying. I cry until the muddy ground becomes my clothes. I cry until I can cry no more. And then....I cry.4

.....And I cry.5