Let the Clouds Cry for You
by OWAIN GLYN EVANS
When she was a child and she felt upset, her mother used to say to her: Don’t cry. Let the clouds do that for you. This was something she had taken with her through life: the purging sentiment in her mother’s words. Her tears dried up as her nature took the burden. But now she finds her clouds lie heavy, dark and brooding with melancholic life.
Thirty years of suppressed evaporation; now it pours.