Next Time Your Heart Breaks

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Next time your heart breaks, scream.

Let the pain wreak havoc in your veins. Climb a mountain in the pouring rain. Leave your shoes off. Embrace the pain. Let the rocks claw your soft skin, bleed on the earth. Feel it all.

Beat your chest. Beg the gods of all the heavens to scoop you up in their giant hands, and take you home, and feed you milk through a tiny straw.

Plead with them to nurse you back to health. Let waves of salt spill from your eyes onto the earth. Don't return home until the pain has ravaged your body and mind. Feel it all.

You are nature, you are the thunderstorm. How can you hope to pass if you don't cascade into the mud?

If the skies didn't pour they would stay heavy. They would retain their dark hue. Holding each agonising droplet within them. They would heave, ache, and swell.

Remember, next time your heart breaks. You are the thunderstorm.

Break, scream, crash, pour, destroy everything in your path.

Then, when it's all over, let rays of sunshine pierce your skin and warm your broken body. Like the sky, let the sun shine through your cracks, and let peace return back to your soul.

Until the thunderclouds pass, and you blaze bright blue again.

I hope you enjoyed this atmospheric piece about nature and heartbreak. If you would like to stay up to date with any new poems or articles I post, feel free to follow me on Twitter @CrawleyRebekah. Your support means the absolute world, love Rebekah x