Elona of the Great Green

Magenta helps her Auntie clean the dishes after lunch and watches the rain pour down from a now heavily gray colored sky. “It’s amazing!” her Auntie says while using a clean checkered towel to dry a plate covered with dainty painted flowers. “How does the weather just turn like this?” She says with a perplexed look on her face as she cranes her neck closer to the window and peers up into the large oak tree. “Why it was just sunny not more than an hour ago..it’s almost like magic.” She looks at Magenta and smiles. “What do you think?” She inquires.

Magenta gives her a warm smile. “The sky must have gotten sad.” Magenta says. “Maybe the sun hurt the sky’s feelings suddenly.” Magenta’s Auntie gives her a gracious grin. “Well I sure hope they make up soon don’t you?” “I do, but the sun is never in a hurry to admit he was wrong. I assume that the sky will weep a bit longer.” Magenta’s Auntie lets out a tiny sigh of disappointment. “I assume so.”