Rain As Emotional Release (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

When tears grow heavy, trapped within the breast,
The sky itself learns how to weep for me;
In falling rain, my burden finds its rest,
As sorrow loosens into honesty.
Each drop unknots the silence I have borne,
And cleanses grief the tongue could never say;
The earth inhales what hearts leave torn and worn,
And drinks the ache our voices must delay.
I walk unmasked beneath the open gray,
Letting the rain complete what I began;
Its steady touch persuades the pain away,
And teaches loss to slip from hand to hand.
Thus rain becomes the soul's most faithful art—
To fall, to cleanse, and free the breaking heart.