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Slowly the dirt got damper with every drop, every tear falling from the sky. The sky was crying, and it had every right to. The sheer amount of rain that can fall in seconds is outstanding. The cold hard ground has gone grey and mushy. The grass tilted ever so slightly due to the water weighing it down. Spiderwebs getting soaked as the residents find shelter away. Everything was out of proportion just because the world was crying.

There were probably thousands crying in the moment, not just the sky. Many people had their reasons to cry, just like how the sky cries with its built up too much water or in metaphor, emotions. The water built up in clouds are the deep emotions let out in rain. It wasn't only raining today though, the ground was tinted crimson and the red slowly washed away. The red scarlet kept coming though, and the feeling it gave was not bad, this time the red was peaceful. It was not a death red, but it was happiness. It was slow and not bleeding.

There, under the rain and on the red mud, two embodiments of love shared moments that people feared. Even as the red stained the mud more, and the rain fell harder, the lovers stayed. Wounds cut into the dirt and even into one of them, cutting deep beneath the surface and spilling out endless love. Even as the sky cried and the blood spilled, the lovers were combined in ritual. Their bodies close and their faces merging into one, radiating love that made all visions of the red, go away. Death was in the air, but no one cared

No one dared ruin a bittersweet death, even as the sky stopped crying and new tears and wails filled the night as one of them shared one last breath.