This is the story of a single teardrop.
It was formed in the ducts of a sixteen year old girl as her first love shattered her tender heart. She became fast friends with tears. It was a friendship that would last a lifetime.
He was eighteen, and all her young mind imagined of perfection. Honestly, he was no Adonis, though he acted like it. Hidden acne scars and compensation for a small...intellect, showered him with self- loathing, which brought him to drinking in the first place.
The first time really was an accident. She was in the trajectory of his fist as he meant to hit the wall. She hadn't cried then.
No, this tear blossomed when she found him with that gorgeous redhead from his class, doing things he'd promised he could wait til she was eighteen for. Not at that moment, but later, when he said goodbye for good, and she hadn't seen it coming. She cried for a broken heart, and bitter loneliness.
One tear began the flood. It slid silently down her cheek. It would have touched her lips, recycled through her system, but the air was so dry it was soaked up immediately into the atmosphere.
It became a cloud.
Flowing in wind jets and aerial currents, eventually it landed a spot at the top of the heap. The sky lay before it, dark and mysterious, and glowing to the west with the yellow haze of a half-full moon. The air was so clear the stars didn't even wink they stared with uncompromising brilliance.
In time, the teardrop changed, as water is wont to do. The cloud drifted to colder climes, and soon it was too weak to carry all that water. The tear fell, with its siblings, in crystalline flakes. It had never been snow before.
It didn't stay as snow for long though. Puffy while cold flakes are irresistable to two year olds. The little tyke scooped up a handful happily, and the teardrop was consumed.
Days later, the little one didn't get dessert after lunch, and so exploded a tantrum of epic proportions. And it all began with one big crocodile tear.