Trees silhouetted against a brightening sky cry, as the storm still lingers on the tip of their leaves.

Drip, drip, drip.

They soak the forest floor.

An orange spider feels a plop on his head. Another plop. Yet another.

He looks up at the crying community.

His tentacles shiver.

A fluttering hummingbird rests her wings on one of the branches.

Her heart drops as she looks at the group. She thinks to herself something odd has struck them.

She asks, “Why must you cry?”

The biggest and tallest among them replies, “Crying helps relieve us. In these abundant woods, we test ourselves to make sure we still feel.”