• The sky's been crying a lot lately. The waltzing clouds drop their plump children onto the crowded dance floor bellow. These chilling imps wrap around nude branches forcing them to dance. They slick up the paths of the world and loosen old father earth until the point of bone rushing collapse. There's nothing happy about this rain. It's cold, damp, and dark . The wind ushers away the waltzers to make way for the stars and moon. The seemingly perpetual beat of the cold children makes way for silent night. The stars wink and show off their radiant bodies in a self indulgent fashion.