The once thick, white clouds hang threateningly above the already damp plant life. They spread through the sky like a spilled drink and cast their melancholy presence throughout. The trees stand still, almost scared to move, in fear of coming to reality. Yet, too soon, the trees lose their minds in the torturous, cold silence. They wildly thrash against the calm air. The uproar is too much for the traumatized clouds and they weep. Sadness mixes with anger and fury as deafening cracks of thunder fill the air. Lightning flashes throughout the chaos as the clouds take their revenge on anyone and everyone. But soon enough, the violence ceases and all that is left are the pathetic sobs that come from above. Little by little the cries fade and everything is still once more as the sun attemts to dry the tears, as it so often does, never quite succeeding.
