Sister Nature

Today is one of those days where the weather couldn't be the way it is without a story behind it. Surely something happened that we don't know about. The fallen earth is crying, big wet tears rolling down her cheek and into her soup. Everything is wet. She's not ripping her hair out and tearing her dress. She's sulking in a corner, and she doesn't want your hand on her shoulder. The boy she loves through a water balloon at her. Someone hit her dog with a car. You didn't want her hanging out with her friends. I just want to hug her, tell her it will be ok. Beat the boy. Buy a new Dog. Bring her along. but I can't. So I think we'll just take a nap together.