The overcast sky felt as though it might start raining.
A flood of overflowing emotions
The clouds might burst with pressure
Or they might hold it in for another time, day, and place.
A drop of water might push them over the edge
Letting go of all the weight that they've been carrying .
Freeing them of their burden
Letting them breathe easy and move freely.
But they're stuck in this continuous cycle.
Of bottling up all that they've collected and waiting till they're pushed to the edge to let it fall.