Lovers :
Plop
The first raindrops begin to fall, tentatively, as if the ground would vansish and they would go hurtling in an abyss. Then, slowly, more raindrops had a reunion with the ground.
plop
plop
plop
The sky seems to split open as it deposits buckets of water on the cold earth below. Trees sway in the wind and a dog barks.
Puddles begin to form as the natural shower cleanses the earth. Blood and tears are carried away, and footprints are erased. People weep. People laugh.
plop
plop
plop
A bird caws.
plop
plop
plop
and then
silence.
The sky and ground remember.
They are lovers, always almost touching, but not quite.
The sky weeps when the anger of the sun becomes too much.
The heavens cry, watching the sun touch their lover in their every moment.
They do their best to block the suns rays, turning the earth gray under the clouds. Offering protection.
It's these moments, when they touch, when the worries seem to melt away, when the posion in the ground can be ignored, when the acid tears the sky drops seem as sweet as honey, that they cherish.
Only to be torn apart when the sun burns the traces of the sky away form the ground.
The sky has always been belligerent.
And it always returns for their lover, the ground.
Fin
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