“It's raining today. The sky is weeping for us.”
“Some days the rain just seemed to fit, and today felt like one of those days. The morning sky was dark, layered with the kind of thick black clouds that promised showers.”
“It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.”
“Look at the sky. Does its sapphire hue dim when you take a single breath? Are the stars drawn closer when you weep? The sky cannot be diminished so. Thus it is with the spirit: it is a thing without beginning or end.”
“The sky is raining bricks right into my skull.”
“Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.”