sometimes its not in till the storm comes that things get out burst

we get to see what is underneath. the dark secrets and the truth that in the light of day we keep hidden.

for some the truth make them closer for others they would make them more alone.

pain will get up routed. some pain is still to deep to seen by human eyes. but in time as we replant ourselves we will be thankful, because like thee roots of a tree it is what lies beneath that allows us to grow, together or apart.