Grief can be like a thunderstorm. It will be cloudy and ominous for days. But the rain just won’t fall. But one day, the tension gets too much, and you crack. Your composed face distorts by itself and it’s raining at last. Tears trickle down, it seems like it will flood out all the emotions deep down. There are sobs and hiccups, until the flow runs dry. They say it feels better when you cry, but it actually doesn’t. It just feels barren, empty, a sky devoid of clouds, soulless.