What do the Heavens mourn?

The sky rumbles – slate-grey clouds,
thunder in the wake of storms
proclaims in sheer ferocity, and
ripples through the sky, forlorn.

Sparkling jewels from Heaven fall,
in shrouded shades of grey
to cleanse the souls of those below,
in Nature's knowing way.

From whence the lips of tempest,
the haunting sorrows flow,
which listens to the wrath within,
as wild trees toss and fro.

A primal cry of anger, as
the tempest rages, wild and free
for no mortal to comprehend,
but for all of life to see.

The sky, illuminated, splits,
lightning rips through gale-churned skies,
stealing the darkness from the night
as tempest's rage intensifies.

Tears fall freely from above,
and from the eyes of tempest born.
Tonight the sky was grieving,
yet what did the Heavens mourn?


A/N: Different from my usual style... but please let me know what you think.