No words of advice came now. With each cycle of dark and light the pain increased. She became so arid and brittle it seemed the wind might blow her apart. But instead, the pain joined with her anger and sadness until her eyes again leaked water. Stinging. Burning. My eyes. Apres? So much water rushed out of her eyes that it broke the sky! Cool water washed over her. She raised her open mouth to the sky and drank.