Old story

One time my grandmother told me a story she heard from her great grand mother that the sky can talk. My grandmother was small and she didn't really believe, but when her brother went to the war, she looked at the sky once, without thinking and saw a big clowd in a shape of a heart. And after grandma would look on the sky and tried to find a heart shaped clowd every day, because it would tell her they her brother was fine. She says, she felt as she followed her brother trough the war, she could see his face, feel his mood. And her brother returned back after four years from 1942 - 1946 without even injured once.