The Sky Cries Too

Pitter patters on my window tell me the sky is crying again. She seems to cry a lot.

Sometimes it is a happy cry, and you will know because the sun is still bright and the birds still chirp in the protection of the trees. Then you can hear all the little children playing in the rain and you know couples might be walking hand in hand through the warm drizzle.

Sometimes she cries and it becomes gray and dreary and you know she is lonely. On those days I like to sit outside and cry with her. It is comforting somehow to sit in the quite rain and let all my worries come out as tears.

And sometimes she is heartbroken. Nothing will console her and she makes everyone else feel sad too. Those days, the world gets dark and the rain pours down without cease. The trees will sway and moan and all of the birds will hide, and she almost always cries herself to sleep.

But no matter why she cries, the sky's tears always bring beauty afterwards. The trees will grow bigger and stronger and the flowers will bloom brighter. And if we are lucky she will put on a pretty crown called a rainbow.

So when I hear those pitter patters on my window, I smile because I know her tears will soon end and then beauty will follow.