The sky flashes on and off with terrifyingly bright lights. Gray clouds above drop thick sheets of rain. Not a normal rain of healing and growth, it’s instead one that causes nothing but destruction. Not even the stars in the inky black sky can break through the cloudy barrier between them and the land. The ground cries out, being swept away by a river that wasn’t here mere moments ago. Trees fall, plants drown, and every person is just trying to take cover, stay safe, stay inside. But there are those who cannot. The trees, the dirt, the flowers, they cannot. And they would they if given the choice? No. They will stay, stoically watching this apocalyptic event. Even if it means they will be washed away, never to be the same, it doesn’t matter. This event needs them as witnesses. But they know, deep down, that soon the rain will stop, the clouds will part as if the sky itself has cracked open, and they will once again be watched by the protective gaze of the stars and the moon.