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?