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She grabbed her journal and opened it to the first blank page she found. She sighed as she looked out the window. The converstation with her parents was still fresh in her mind. The rain was still falling and she started writing.
Sometime, long ago, someone told me that rain was God's tears. But I don't understand. Why would God cry? Was today not a good enough day? It was such a lovely day until the sun went to bed and the moon woke up. Maybe that's why God's crying. He didn't want the sun to ever sleep. It was such a pleasant day and maybe God's sad that it's over, not understanding that maybe another day will be and can be as nice as today. The moon is lovely if you can manage to see her peeking out from behind her cloudy curtains. She's being shy.
I don't why I think the moon is a woman and the sun is a man. Maybe it's because the sun is more obvious than the moon and never changes. Momma says men never really change. She's known Daddy her whole life and swears he's still the same person, only taller. The moon is always changing. Momma says that's why she feels that the tide listens to it. She thinks that the tide is affected by the moon. She never says why, though. But, I think she's right. I think that everything listens to the moon, but does the opposite of what the sun says. Momma says that's like children. We listen to Momma but not to Daddy.
I love the moon best. The sun is harsh, no matter the time. Even on the softest of summer days, he is very harsh (maybe another reason I think the sun's a man) but the moon, even on the harshest of winter's nights, is soft and unassuming. The moods of the moon seem to match mine. Sometimes, she is very shy and doesn't want to be seen. Other times, she wants everyone to know she's there.
I hope that I will always be able to see the moon. I love the moon best.
She looked up and smiled at the moon. Closing her journal, she bid the moon a good night anc crawled into the warmth of her bed.
Sometime, long ago, someone told me that rain was God's tears. But I don't understand. Why would God cry? Was today not a good enough day? It was such a lovely day until the sun went to bed and the moon woke up. Maybe that's why God's crying. He didn't want the sun to ever sleep. It was such a pleasant day and maybe God's sad that it's over, not understanding that maybe another day will be and can be as nice as today. The moon is lovely if you can manage to see her peeking out from behind her cloudy curtains. She's being shy.
I don't why I think the moon is a woman and the sun is a man. Maybe it's because the sun is more obvious than the moon and never changes. Momma says men never really change. She's known Daddy her whole life and swears he's still the same person, only taller. The moon is always changing. Momma says that's why she feels that the tide listens to it. She thinks that the tide is affected by the moon. She never says why, though. But, I think she's right. I think that everything listens to the moon, but does the opposite of what the sun says. Momma says that's like children. We listen to Momma but not to Daddy.
I love the moon best. The sun is harsh, no matter the time. Even on the softest of summer days, he is very harsh (maybe another reason I think the sun's a man) but the moon, even on the harshest of winter's nights, is soft and unassuming. The moods of the moon seem to match mine. Sometimes, she is very shy and doesn't want to be seen. Other times, she wants everyone to know she's there.
I hope that I will always be able to see the moon. I love the moon best.
She looked up and smiled at the moon. Closing her journal, she bid the moon a good night anc crawled into the warmth of her bed.