The sky's tears

Kreft sat face up to the drizzle of rain, eyes shut he felt every drop as it hit his fur. He loved the rain, it's gloomy feel and the feel of water weighing his pelt down felt restricting but yet he liked it. He thought of the rain as if somebody, somewhere, was crying and it felt good to hear the thud of raindrops on the ground and dwell in the feeling. He stood up and shook his body spraying a couple of droplets in every direction, he stepped under the shelter of a tree and watched as the millions of tiny droplets rained down into the fjord. In that moment he envied whoever had caused such chaos to create all these tears. He pondered this for a moment and sat down again, watching the seemingly never ending tears, he smiled to himself and waited for the tears to stop, so he could create some more.