Saoirse floated up from the cliffside, dragging the mist from above the seas and pushed it, compacted it, into the sky. With each lift she became more energized until the electricity sizzled and popped across the small hairs on her arms. The wind rose at her command. The sky darkened with the heavy clouds. Saoirse could feel their need to release the many tons of water stored within. With one last wave of her hand, she reached into the clouds and with that gesture, gave permission to the storm. The rainwater formed teardrops on her delicate cheeks, some of sadness for the few who would drown or lose their treasures, but most of happiness for the world that would be green again.