It was as if the clouds gathered on that day just for her. Her tears summoned the shade and they floated gently in her direction on the breeze of utter dispair held in one girl's heart. But we all know clouds don't move for people. They don't move for businesses or countries or religions or even very sad souls. They just are. Like her sadness. Maybe it was just there. Hovering above her grey world. It just was. And she should do nothing but glance around and accept it. She couldn't control it. And like the clouds, her sadness, too, would eventually, slowly, drift away.