Death

 You tell me she doesn't love you? You'd tell me you want to die. But at the loss of a loved child, an aspect of herself ,even mother nature would cry. You ask me what are the Rains? You ask me what they mean?

But dear how may I tell you? It's the Lord's grieving. Yes it's them. They perch in heaven, the heaven that floats above those clouds. They perch like peaceful birds, who even in pain only make one sound. They cry and shed their tears, making the skies go dark and clouds all Lloyd. It keeps raining, because someone whom mother nature loved died. She hugs them, corpses and ashes of those she loved. Taking them back into where they came from, from where they once rised. 

You tell me she doesn't love you ? You'd tell me tell me you want to die? But at the loss of a loved child, an aspect of herself, even mother nature has cried.