The sky looks like heaven through a humans eye

Clouds cascading over the endless baby blue forming towers, castles, villages for those who died and rose anew

The clouds part for rain born of a child’s tears

Turning grey with hurt, and fear

When the anguish forms to anger, shifts to hate, explodes to rage

The clouds combine in a blinding fury that puts thunder storms to shame

The souls wrath so large it reaches its nimble finger down to earth dragging it across the flora strewn floor

Destroying everything that has the misfortune of finding itself in the tantrums path

Only when the angels soothing face finds the child does the storm fall back to dust and the child find her smile