Black clouds above us,
thunder rolls in the distance,
lightning streaks the sky
The gods sent this weather to us,
a sign they knew it was time
to ease you of distress,
to call you home,
to welcome you where you began
We hope the journey was quick,
and that you get to run free
that you get to smell wildflowers
that you get to dance in intervals of infinite sunshine
and happily dodge droplets of chosen rain storms
and that you get to laugh and fill your heart with joy
You are missed already dear friend.
Thank you for all you’ve given us of you.