The sky, watching over her beloved, chaotic Earth, had wept bitter tears yet again.
Everything was coated in shining drops of rainwater - the buildings, the pavement, the vehicles. All the man-made wonders, all the man made horrors.
It seemed as if the sky was weeping with helplessness, unable to save yet another soul about to be claimed by Death. She maintained a dreary shade of dark gray, weeping and weeping, unable to stop what was happening on the Earth below.
She allowed herself to stop her tears for a moment as she watched the poor soul prepare to come out on the street. She let the bright stars shine, so that the girl would have something beautiful to have imprinted upon her mind as she left the cruel man-made world behind her forever.
Just one last thing for the lost angel, making her way home.
