Micro Story: Sorrow within the Creek.

The creek had dried, the sun was too hot and its rays much too profound in thought. It all began when the the air was dry and the leaves were dying. The toads prayed and prayed, but the water eluded their words of deep, deep sorrow. Thus, the months went by and slowly, the creek began to dry and to die, and now it remains, mourning, lonely and without hope. Only sorrow remains within the Creek.