Why there is Rain

A little girl asked her father why there’s rain. He told her because somewhere someone’s crying and the sky reflects it. She asked him why the sun’s not shining for the happy people. He told her that it is somewhere, but that’s it’s overwhelmed with sadness from the falling tears that it’s evaporated. How can I make the clouds happy once again, she asked? The father said by smiling, of course. She smiled and she smiled yet it stayed the same. The father laughed, and told her over time it will. So she watched the window, grinning ‘til a rainbow came. “The sky is happy now” the father said.