A man who had three sisters knew all about women's tears.
There were the slow, rather lovely ones that could slide down a female
cheek like small, liquid diamonds and reduce a man to begging.
There were hot, angry ones that spurted out of a woman's eyes like
clear fire and induced a wise man to run for cover.
And there were those that were hidden so deep in the heart that
when they broke loose and stormed free they were a deluge of pain
beyond any man's comfort.
So he let her be, let her curl into herself on the bottom step while those
heart-born tears raged. He knew that the hurt that spawned
such a flood closed her off. All he could do was give her privacy, and wait.
Homeport
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By Fulvio Spada from Torino, Italy - Crying tulip, CC BY-SA 2.0,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=40588066
The female gender, as a whole, is infamous for being overemotional, and for shedding tears when and where tears, quite frankly, need not be shed.
In fact, it seems as if nearly any single thing can trigger us, sending us into a downward emotional spiral (feminism, amiright?). Of course, not all ladies are like this; some women are stone cold walls of non-emotion, and some have their sh*t together. I envy both.