Disclaimer: I still don't own FMA, Hughes, Mustang, or a Mustang. Therefore, I own nothing.

WARNING! SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 25!

A/N: I just saw the episode where Hughes dies, and I swear, I spent the last ten minutes of the episode crying like a baby! It was just that sad. And when Elicia asked why they were burying Daddy, I almost died. Then went into a depressing fanfic writing mood. Hence this.

I stare up at the sky

see the gathering clouds

A storm is coming

but the rain does not fall

Dark clouds black out the sun

Ground is cast to shadow

All grows dark

but the rain refuses to fall

People start away

having payed their respects

Only a few linger

myself among the few

One by one they move away

Until I'm the only one left

I stare down at your grave

and still can't believe you're gone

The stone I see

tells me plainly that you are

But it seems to be a concept

that my mind just can't seem to grasp

You were always there for me

Pushing me up through the ranks

Ironic, it seems

as you're the one who's higher up now

I wasn't there when you needed me the most

I feel my eyes fill with tears

but still the rain refuses to fall

I think of all the times we shared

all the good ones

and the bad

And as I think

the tears flow over

The ground grows muddy at my feet

My uniform is soaked in seconds

But I just can't seem to make myself care

The rain finally decided to fall.