Grief is like the rain.

When it rain, you protect yourself by using the umbrella or

you wear the raincoat so

that you will not get wet.

When it rains too hard with thunder and lightning, you stay in door where you know you will feel dave and warm.

You will never get wet. Once the rain is gone, you go out and appreciate the freshness.

You console yourself that the trees, the plants, the flowers and

even the grass smell fresh.

Rain is good you say to yourself.

But what happen if it rains all the time,

the whole day or for days or weeks?

You see neither the sun nor the moon. You eventually got tired and you want to go out and blow off the walls that have become your prison.

You care not about being wet or get struck by the lightning now. All you want to do is to run away from the rain.

You want to shout at the sky and ask the rain to stop.