A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.

It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing.

All over the sky a sacred voice is calling your name.

Music pierces the sky.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

Before her eyes was the violent blue sky — nothing else. For an endless moment she looked into it. Like a great overpowering sound it destroyed everything in her mind, paralyzed her. Someone once had said to her that the sky hides the night behind it, shelters the person beneath from the horror that lies above. Unblinking, she fixed the solid emptiness, and the anguish began to move in her. At any moment the rip can occur, the edges fly back, and the giant maw will be revealed.

The sky
Scorched by the sun,
Weeps
Fecund tears.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

And then I hear the terrible, terrible scream that of course is the girl getting caught and that’s the choice made, ain’t it?

The sky is an enormous man.

Without any effort of his will, or power to restrain himself, he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils, detecting so much misery and terror in it, had made a plaything of the sound and were bandying it to and fro.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn.
A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.