Rain

The weather poured down, thunder raging, clouds weeping. Cars honks, birds, animals, humans, chattering. Take all of that away, and beneath the surface, proverbial, of course, not the actual crust of the earth, take all of that away, and beneath the surface was a sound: weeping. Soft, in pain. An immense being was in pain. Monolithic, ancient. It was causing the rain. The smell of flood was the sadness emanating from it. The blurry vision, tears flowing from your eyes was the empathy you felt from it. The raging thunder was the world upset that this being was in pain. You could taste it in the air. What does pain taste like? Like alkaline, salty, polluted water, splish splashing on your tongue, getting in your shoes, soaking your socks. Immense, ancient, tortured. You could hear the weeping, if you tried hard enough. And you couldn't hear it, even if you tried harder, but there was light, sprinkly soft laughter underneath even that. Two other such entities were enjoying the pain of one of their brethren. The rain thundered down, soaking the earth in tears.