Pollinosis

It has been quite some time since it last rained, yet this afternoon shortly after I left the library, the world was covered in a haze of gray drizzle. Why do you cry, Azure?

The colour of the ground acquired a darker tone the moment it was touched, and before long, it turned completely dark. Above the ground, crow shaped clouds patrolled the sky and the sun was forced to retreat to the distant horizon and to the unattainable higher dome which was nothing more than a few unstable dots sparsely spread on the black shroud.

You looked down and saw people the size of ants going about their business. In spite of the loftiness generated by the vantage point, you are no greater being, for your every emotion was subject to the will of the one ant.

You only realized how much you loved her when it was already too late. It was too late. Your thoughts drifted to the past which was gone so swiftly like the zephyr, it caressed you and then slipped through your fingers like they didn't even exist at all. But you knew they did exist because their legacy was too much for your lachrymal to hold back another tide.