When silence speaks

Somber clouds form - rain spits.  His mother clenches freshly laid soil, screaming his name. Three crows glare. His daughters, shivering, hold each other, their gaunt eyes, still sore from shock. Now there are no words, there is no explanation. His voice is no more. It's too late for regret. His sister wonders - how can it all be real. His brother, puzzled, ponders if he could have done more. He cannot protect him now - nothing will bring him back. His nephews and neices, hold hands, humming his song, remembering their 'smiley' uncle. A group of friends still 'wondering why,' take shelter as rain begins to plunge.. Simultaneously, they all turn their heads,  as a woman in a black veil, places a thorn less rose  upon his resting place and whispers " Goodbye my love, hope, you are no longer in pain." Clouds slowly clear - sun glows. A colourful arch appears.