The sky’s tears start to fall down. 
Cold and wet, bringing new life.
Farmers dance happily.
Until the sky stops.
A scorching sun comes out from behind the clouds.
A small piece of glass lay on the dry ground.
The sun hits it with its light.
The glass burns.
The sun’s offspring come to life.
They eat anything they can get their flaming hands on.
The sky blows on the flame, making it worse.
Until water falls again.
The sky’s misery puts out the cruelty of the sun.
The flames hiss in anger at the stop to their fun.
Trees stop screaming in pain.
As the flames start to fall to the angry rain.
A loud clap of thunder roars up above.
To the trees it sounds like the call of a dove.
The sky stops crying and looks down.
At the image of Mother Nature, wearing her crown.