Tears

He sat there on the hill, sat there and watched the darkening sky. There was a face their in the clouds, and it glared down at him, as though he were a child. As though he were a disappointment. The face stared at him with unblinking disdain as the sun dipped below the horizon. The colors danced in the sky, taunting him with their bliss. As the world fell into darkness, he closes his eyes. The wind whirled around him, like an invisible tormentor, whispering accusations, cursing him for his every endeavor. He had tried. He had tried so hard... His fist pounded the unyielding ground sharply, hoping to drive the wind away. It sneered at him, and he could hear it's sibilant laughter echo in his head. A sharp, cold rain drop stung his face, and a moment later the storm broke.

Disclaimer: I admit, this was inspired in great part by Someone Else's Post.
I beg their pardons, but I was compelled by the Muses.