Sad little tears drop out of the sky,
I never really figured out quite why.
Sometimes I ask "Why do you cry?"
But I never ever hear it ever reply.
Sometimes the clouds fade away,
But sometimes I wish they would always stay.
The sun is hot, and unforgiving,
Although everyone says it's the essence of living.
I always thought that sometimes when the sky is sad,
it is actually just even a little bit mad.
The bright flashing light, the booming sound,
For it can be heard all around.
But what I love about the sky,
Is how I get to see it cry.
I think the sky is eternal emotion...
