let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.
He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.
Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.
Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.