Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes across the sky as cold tears fall from the darkened sky. The fallen god, supine, reaches a hand to the heavens, as if to catch the fury of the storm, and for a brief moment, he fancies his brother flies at the center of the storm.

But that fancy soon vanishes.

Cold water falls, slapping into his hand, his eyes, his skin, his body. Soon, he is drenched and his arm falls to his side and he can not tell if the tears on his face are his or the sky's but he does not want to know because that will admit to him he feels something which he quickly buries inside his heart and he hears a childish voice carry in the wind (send me an angel) and he thinks (there are none) as lets himself fall into the storm (it's so cold) (with a broken ohana).