I don't want a part of this
I love the rain. I feel like it's as if God is crying. For all the pain and suffering in the world, God is recognizing it and crying for us. Then when I'm out there, crying, it's as if I'm crying with him. And no matter how much I cry, God masks it with his own tears. I can cry forever, and no one will ever know, it's raining. I'm soaked in God's tears, not my own. No one has to know. . . no one has to know. . .