A troubled person,
with stress and strife
the tormenting pain
one's struggling through
it prickles more than a knife.
All healing therapies result in a vain.

Torrential downpour is 
the right weather to sob,
to grieve, to mourn,
with all the feelings throb,
the sanity is torn.

The tears carrying your sorrows,
can be disguised by the rain
Cry all your agony and pain.

The dampness in the air
activates your nostrils,
as if urging you to cry
so that the trauma in your heart kills.

No one can find out,
that these are the tears
because under the shed of the raindrops,
they are left unnoticed.

But after the rain as you stop sobbing
your heart's woe has finally deceased. 
Now you can start feeling
the ache fainting 
you become cheerful
like the nature your gaiety has been unleashed. 

Sometimes, I wonder is this the way of nature,
to cry to shed their despise,
and after the rain
the spring rejoices,
these are the natural choices.

But the cycle remains the same,
the entire life game,
crying is not a weakness
but a weapon to kill
your heart's heaviness,
after all this you and nature feel
the satisfactory bliss.