From that last day of monsoon, her life fell into a complete darkness. They felt she wouldn't open her eyes. He’s gone.
Both loved rains. In monsoons, their routine was getting and having fun. He always asked, “How can a sky cry?” She always replied with a smile accompanying clouds’ joyful tears for their unconditional love. But now of grief as he was dead in a blast.
Sarah, a mother in the lap of her mother, finally opened her wet eyes. All she saw was darkness of eternal night and his son as a shining star in the sky.
A story where everyone cried along with the sky.