Sketch #3

In the sticky air of a summer night,

Thunder lurched across the sky

and I gripped your hand, scared for the unknown.

You smiled at me and said,

Don’t worry. Sometimes the sadness just becomes too much

and God needs to cry away the pain.

I nodded like I understood, watched the rain fall-

Heavy, unrelenting, it seemed more angry than sad to me.

Suddenly you ran out and twirled under the raindrops,

You laughed and held out your hand,

Dance with me!

You screamed and I thought,

Why would God cry when he created such a happy person?