The sky dances and screams
with lightning and thunder,
muffled by the houses and trees
I can only make out bits and pieces,
not her whole story.

Feel her anguish,
admire her vulnerability,
wait until she has said all she needs to say.

Show your own vulnerability,
come out from behind your protective walls
to meet her,
listen to her, comfort her.

I have been where you are
and I am here for you.
Scream, cry, punch,
let it all out.
I will still be here
when you start to feel better
and the storm begins to pass.