The Power of Rain: Releasing the Tears We Hold Inside

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"My tears are the rain when I cry."

During a powerful prayer, my herbalist spoke these words to us, and they immediately resonated with me. I thought about what rain does—how it nourishes the earth, brings life, and cleanses. Then I thought about what happens when I cry.

Rain is essential to the Earth’s water cycle. It replenishes rivers, sustains plant life, and washes away debris. Too much or too little rain can create an imbalance. Droughts leave the land barren, while excessive rain leads to flooding and destruction. Our emotions work the same way.

We create an emotional drought when we suppress our tears, refusing to release what burdens us. We become hardened, unable to grow, unable to feel. We push forward, pretending everything is fine, yet inside, we are cracked and dry, longing for relief. Without release, stress builds, tension lingers, and we find ourselves disconnected from our emotions.

But when we cry and allow the rain to fall, we cleanse ourselves. Tears have a purpose, just like rain. They help us process pain, grief, joy, and even relief. They make room for healing, just as rain refreshes the earth. Releasing our emotions isn’t a weakness; it’s necessary. It’s how we restore balance.

Yet, just as too much rain can overwhelm the land, constant tears without resolution can leave us flooded and stuck in sorrow. That’s why it’s crucial to release and replenish—to let the rain fall and allow the sun to return.

So cry when you need to. Let the rain fall. Water the parts of you that need to grow, release what no longer serves you, and trust that after the rain, new life begins.

What do you do to release your emotions healthily? Let’s talk about it—because we all need the rain sometimes. 🌧️✨

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