Crying Firmament

The skies have been shedding tears on and off since Sunday night–bawling and sniveling for hours. And when it teems, I’m one of the millions who worry much of the dangers it begets to the human race. Whether it’s a cloudburst or bucketing down, rain is now a threat–no longer a joy. 

I used to take pleasure listening to the rhythm of this nature. And touching every drop from the firmament was too wonderful for words–like a soothing music of the soul. It was a blissful feeling. But now when it rains, it pours–the bad side.