Today my younger sister was looking out the kitchen window, and turned to her friend and said "Hey look, the clouds are crying!". I happened to be in the kitchen at the time, making myself some lunch. So I overheard their conversation about the rain, and answered: "Yea, and the clouds are crying because one cloud threw a rock at another cloud, which made the cloud that got the rock thrown at it cry, because it was sore and then the cloud that threw the rock was sad for the other cloud and started crying because it was really really sad now but then another cloud came along and started crying because the cloud that threy the rock shouldn't have been crying because it was the one that threw the rock so it was really the OTHER cloud that should have been sad but then the cloud ay that the sore cloud was crying because it was sore"