Unnoticed and Unheard

I whispered deep inside my soul.

It went unnoticed and unheard.

I cried again, but it was more than that, something I felt.

I opened my eyes and it was thundering outside.

It was normal.

 Even nature is trying to whisper in its own voice.

 A few minutes later, showers of cry flooded the garden with a Duchenne smile on my face.

 I went outside, stood hand in hand with nature.

I tried to wipe the tears, but nature was not in a mood to stop.

This time I expressed my feelings full-fledged and cried heavily.  

But again, it went unnoticed and unheard.