Droplets.

The sky almost suddenly turns a deep shade of gray from the frivilous blue. The shine of the day dissapears into the sorrow of the black clouds. The sun strives to stay. The day seems to have a tear in the eye accompanied with a fake smile on the lips. I look up at the sky and smile at my Gods. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine" I say to Them in silence. As if touched by my words the clouds immediately break into gentle tears and pour. I feel taken care of. It's been long since I last spoke to my Gods. I continue to carry the subdued smile.