Like the Sky is Crying by writtenwithwords, literature
Literature
Like the Sky is Crying
A little blue igloo glows on the outskirts of the rapidly expanding Southern Water Tribe. The snow just outside the door has been packed down by thousands of footsteps and, to the west of the structure, a large impression marks the landing of some enormous flying animal. It's nighttime, but the sun hasn't really gone down in nearly five months due to the Antarctic summer. It dips towards the horizon in a semblance of dusk, the closest to true darkness the village will see for another month or so. Loud wailing erupts from the quaint home, breaking the frozen silence.
"WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WA-WA-WAAAAAAAAAAH!