When the Sky Cries
Sometimes tears of joy
Sometimes tears of sorrow
Sometimes from overwhelming love
Sometimes from just overwhelm
From reuniting, from hard goodbyes, bubbly clouds morph together.
They grow tall and strong and proud. Then the wind sets in.
Clouds merge.
They are one now: Powerful, dramatic, dark, stormy, comforting…
Finally, all at once, the sky cries.
The let down of wondrous emotion. Yet its always obvious which one provokes each downpour.
Does the sky feel better afterwards too?
Certainly.
The chirps and cricket songs that follow are evidence. Starting anew.
Still, looking up after the stars wipe away their tears, the clouds remain.
Together. As if in a strong embrace. They’ve let go all they’ve been holding in, and all thats left is to hold on close. Equal sides of a delicate coin.
The coming together before the storm and the holding on after.
Thats why she loves the dreary days perhaps. The union, the intensity, the flashing electricity overhead all mirror her heart.
Furthermore, the sky holds these clouds close after the show. The point of weakness, of light, of fragility, and relief. Still together and building back up. While the song birds invite the sunshine home.
