Reciprocation

Rainclouds gathering in a mind, spreading themselves, intertwining their souls with mine. Hurtling storms, felt intensely inside, to all ends of heaven. Clashing, pounding, excruciating weathered tears splashing to the very depths of my soul. Running faster, trying to outrun the downpour of sadness, falling inside. Rain ringing in my ears, rising fears overtaking me with the constant flooding of tears. Reaching out, finding no one there, no one willing to help or reach out of their own safe worlds. Listening, obeying, searching for the answers you say will give peace of heart and soul. Talk to me? You ask a lot. What will be received in turn? Your friendship? Or will you too walk away, too afraid. Are you willing to reciprocate your life for mine?