The year was 012 BC
The Sun, so bright and the Cloud, dark and gloomy existed, each in its own niche.
Both were well-situated till they got to know each other.
Sun had never seen something so dull. He had lived a basic life for quite some time so he thought a little adventure would be something. He’d take time to search for the silver lining and probably get that euphoric feeling he’d always heard about; the ‘Cloud Nine’.
To Cloud, Sun had an extraordinary brilliance, one that radiated through her chest, awakening her heart to a cascade of endless smiles; a kind of joy she had not experienced, ever.
They would bump into each other on fine days, season after season.
All was well till during one fateful season, they aroused each other to a fine passion of discord; an eclipse happened.
Sun realized that he was bored. “It never lasts forever,” he said out loud. After all those seasons, it had dawned on him that the silver lining, cloud nine and whatnot were just fairy tales.
After several attempts, Cloud resigned. She accepted the highest fate. The hearty smiles were gone. She now tears, seasonally. This, the creatures in the other world call rain, a blessing.