There is a passage in the scriptures that speaks of our tears being bottled in Heaven While this comforts me, I can't help but envision a room the size of the Pacific Ocean, sign on the door, "Room 1, Sheri" I don't think I cry more than others, I just know I have shed a ocean of tears over my 57 years I also think when it rains, it is the older tears being poured out, making room for fresh, new tears The bottles circulated so the new go to the back and the older, brought forward to be prepared for a good ol cloud burst. I picture a retro milk truck with a little dude rotating the bottles, according to expiration date. This is what gets me through the blue times. I have my own coping mechanisms! Silly? Maybe! But I bet everyone that actually read to the end, is picturing it right now! You'll never think of tears the same again! Thank you all for reading! Next time it rains, think of all those tears that were shed! My healing process!