Beautiful Weather on Such a Terrible Tragedy

The flames surround and move in around you.
You are suffocating, falling, giving in, it is all closing up now.
One more struggle, then you just let go.
I'm coming home; We're going home you think as you sink back into the bed, collapsing beside your baby. You meant to save her, to pull her from the wreakage, but now you both will be gone. At least we're together - your passing thoughts. You gasp; Your baby breaths in, chest rising, next to you. A second later - the exhale. It's all over.
The door busts in. A policeman calls. It all falls on deaf ears, but Oh how he yells... A moment too late. A total loss. Finding dead a mother and child, yet a slight smile at the corners of the mother's face causes a second glance before he drags the corpses from the still-crackling flames. Out the remains of the broken in door, into the uncomfortable sunshine. "Beautiful weather we're having today," the weatherman had said. How can the weather be so great on a tragedy such as this? A woman and child taken too soon, but a perplexing smile, says it's all alright. Tears seep from the eyes of the growing crowd. Shouldn't it be raining? Shouldn't God be crying? Shouldn't all His angels weep beside him?