The Crying Clouds

Have you ever sat on a patch of grass with the sun shining and wind whistling in your ears? Have you ever felt the warmth of the sunlight seep through your heart and tickle your bones? Have you touched the prickly, bright green grass what whispers sweet nothings as you fingertips brush past? Have you felt the untouchable wind brush your cheek like a mother creasing her beloved baby?

This is a collection of short stories, moments, and feelings I have experienced or read of. (With credit to the authors of course)