They walked out into the dusty fields, brushing past their dying crops. Pointing up at the clouds, each person began to call the clouds all sorts of awful names. They rained insults and obscenities into the sky.
The lofty clouds began to grow sad. Each sank a little lower and turned a little darker.
Soon it was too much for the fragile clouds to bear. They began to weep crystal clear tears, which fell on anxiously waiting plants.