I love walking in the rain, 'cause than no -one knows I'm crying (author unknown).  Crying is to me a private, silent healer of my dark nights of the soul.  I remember  a very very close person dying and for the life of me I could not cry...but one day, in the rain, all alone on a busy downtown city bench the tears started and ran as if they would never stop and to my utter amazement they were for me and no one else, not even the deceased. Life is strange if we left it but this moment was a pure atonement, or as I prefer to say, at one moment.