The Scream of the Clouds

But I didn't want to hear it, I didn't want to believe it, the sound of the sky flowing when I lifted my head up. I didn't want to hear the cries of those majestic clouds. I didn't want to accept the fact that they were standing over us like a mirror of this world and reminding us who we were. I had not accepted that falling rain could be a person's tears, that a flashing lightning could be a person's lost hope. I didn't believe, that the roaring sky could have a scream. But there is a cry out there that you have to hear, believe, accept. There's a person out there you need to reach out to.