Mourn... the sun is torn. The roll of the thunder, the droplets of rain, and the chill in the wind, could never quite compare to him. A beautiful noise, a comforting sound, the way it felt to have him around. Unpredictable weather, reckless boy, does he not know hearts are not toys? Flashes of lightning and streams of tears, make her wonder how it would feel to have him near. Puddles of water and heavy thoughts leave the clouds empty and her stomach in knots. Shivering girl waits out the showers, but the storm in her mind lasts for hours.