I cry like the rain.
Sometimes in short, sudden drenching bursts.
That come and go quickly.

Other times in torrents,
Soaking my pillow.
Flooding my eyes.

Sometimes I can predict them.
Seventy percent change of tears today.
At other times it sneaks up on me.
And I dont know I am crying until
the teardrops spill down my cheeks,
and smear the ink on my paper.

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