The Crying Sky

The sky was crying. Transparent sloshing tears bombarded the earth, quenching the thirst of dry grasses and contributing to the vast ocean that went on for miles and miles in front of her. She lay still on the soaked ground, hands and feet sprawled out as if she were making a snow angel. Her hair was matted and as tangled as the blades of grass that were intertwined between her clenched fists. Salty tear-stained cheeks were cooled by the harsh winds that were raging all around her. She felt as though the world was coming to an end as she watched the grieving sky sob above her. Her slender leg rose slightly off the ground, and she stared blankly ahead as her pointed foot traced meaningless shapes in the air. She drew a stick figure with a circular head and skinny limbs, and then another, right next to the first. Her leg than lifted slightly, and she traced a heart around the two invisible figures. For a moment she kept her leg suspended in midair, concentrating solely on the sky's tears. Then, in one slow, precise motion, she drew an X through her creation. Her leg fell back down next to her resting one, and she closed her eyes as she emphasized with the sky. She knew how it felt, how no mater how hard you tried, the tears would come and they wouldn't stop coming until you felt numb and empty and done feeling sad. That's exactly how she felt. She was done feeling sorry for herself. Her tears had dried, and her heart had stopped pounding. She simply needed for the memories and the pain to be washed away, to seep into the ground along with the sky's misery. She needed a new beginning. And that's exactly what the sky was helping her do. As she gazed up at the raging storm above her, she outstretched one palm towards the heavens and smiled faintly. A soft whisper escaped her lips. "Don't worry sky, you'll be done feeling sad soon."