Song of the sky

'Can you hear the song of the rain?' she asked.
'Yes' he whispered. His eyes were lost, his mind was somewhere else.
'I love the rain' she continued with a trembling voice. 'It seems like it protects me... us.. from the world. It feels like a warm hug from a friend long lost. Or perhaps like a chance for us to settle down, to stop and to think. It feels like the time slows down.'
She felt like crying.
'It seems like the sky is crying.. But, oh, the sound. How beautiful can the sky cry..'
And she started humming an unknown song, probably the song of her heart. It was a calm, sad, yet beautiful sound, somehow like a piano. She had no spectacular voice, actually kind of unpleasant. But it made you feel something. Her whole self made you feel something. She was like a piece of art..