Have you ever heard the Sky cry?
I heard the Sky cry for the first time the other day.
I've never heard anything so traumatizing.
Blue skies and cloudless days gave no signs to a sudden storm.
There was no weather forecast for this catastrophe.
There was no special news update for this world shattering event.
There was no way God could convince me that my world was about to end.
There was no way that He was going to prove to me that the apocalypse was going to come a few months too early.
My world enveloped in sorrow and pain, I watched.
I watched as rain hit the windows and streaked down them like tears rolling down cheeks.
I watched as lightning broke the calm of the day.
I watched as all Hell broke loose, I saw.
I saw and I heard.
Have you ever heard the Sky cry?
Do you know the sound a woman makes when she's told her only child is dead?
Do you know the sound of a broken man when he weeps in the middle of the night?
All hope gone from the world.
There is no such thing as tomorrow.
But I've heard rumors that there is a tomorrow, I don't want to see it.
I've heard the sound of a broken man weeping in the middle of the night.
I've heard the sound of rain thumping against my roof.
That hollow, empty sound.
It haunts my dreams.
I've started to have reoccurring dreams of nothing but black skies and rain.
When I'm alone, all I can hear is that sound.
The sound of hollowness, of broken hearts... of broken a man.
There's no hope, no relief, all that's left to do is to panic, so I panic.
My mind riddled with nothing but thoughts of what would make my Sky could turn so quickly.
What would my World could break so easily.
What would make my father cry?
I heard my father cry for the first time the other day.
I've never heard anything so traumatizing.