This is a fitting poem for this rainy day. It was written by a man (Sufi poet Hafiz), and I am dedicating it to the men in my life who have loved and lost, and question whether they can love again:

"There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,

That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,

Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain.

Others are far, far too deep
For that."