Empty Skies

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It rained and it rained and it rained. There wasn't a moment of the day when little drops of water weren't falling from the sky. The rest of the town gave it no thought. It was simply rain. There was nothing special to it at all.

I, of course, felt differently. It was raining for my sister. It was raining in her honour, for she loved the rain and she loved being in it.

For those nine days in July, the skies wept for my sister. And then they were still.


"When you’re grieving, the times you’re happy are so much more tragic than the times that you aren’t. Because being happy feels fake and it feels temporary and it feels meaningless. And hating being happy is a shitty way to live."
— Hᴀɴɴᴀʜ Mᴏsᴋᴏᴡɪᴛᴢ