Natives of the Sky

Her saline tears cascaded
in an inexorable, pelting downpour
that fell from the elusive heavens
that lay beyond the darkened skies-
a celestial symbol of her woe
that found meager respite in the cathartic release
that swamped the parched land, the desiccated soil,
the sorrowfully keeling violet blossoms,
ridding the earthlings of the stigma of hopelessness,
of misery, which had rendered them unable
to produce the saltiness of tears
Her grief was their joy, her pain their pleasure,
with their pale countenances facing the gunmetal grey skies,
a crescent of merriment plastered across, eliciting wonder-
as though they had forgotten the precious art of smiling
As she freed her sorrow in sobbing convulsions,
as thunder resonated across the dimming sky,
as her shivering arms lapped against the encircling clouds,
producing heat, shards of blinding, glittering light
that induced cries of merriment from the crowd below
who leaped about in pirouettes,
basking in the welcome interlude
from the sweltering heat, in the form of
the mangled, distraught emotions
of the residents of the heavens,
whose happiness and well-being created drought,
whose sadness created the pleasure of rain,
and whose despairing agony fashioned the devastating
annihilation of a forthcoming flood