The Skies Are Weeping

As quickly as serenity overcame the puddle last week, it now became rainy and yucky. Suddenly the frogs could not sit on lily pads and absorb the sun as their minds absorbed information; they were forced to hide under the reeds to stay dry. As time went on, more and more frogs were leaving the puddle. Some were leaving for good, some would be back in a few months. As goodbyes were being said, the skies seemed to be weepeing with those parting from their friends. To all those frogs who are leaving for good (and you know who you are), I wish the best of luck. The Puddle will not be the same without you.