And along you came, a cloud of rain, and you shed drops of joy and happiness on her dead soul.
And, slowly, she began to come alive, sprouting signs of life.
Sprouting signs of happiness.
But, eventually, the rain stopped and the cloud moved on.
And the ground was green and beautiful and healthy for a while.
Before it died again.
Before it was dry and lifeless again.
But the cloud didn’t stop to look back, oh no, it didn’t.
It moved on to the next patch of dry ground, showering it with joyful rain.
Leaving this patch of ground dry.
Leaving this patch of ground broken.
Leaving this patch of ground dead.