Over the mountains, and away, sometimes we see a storm approaching. We stock up on joy, happiness and candles in case the light goes out. We pray the grey clouds leave us alone, and yearn for sunshine. We hold hands and hope for the best.
Sometimes, the storm decides to come our way. We push our hair out of our eyes as we hastily close all doors and windows. We focus on the present and shut out everything else. All the problems, worries, questions that are an itch in the back of our minds.
We know that the sun is going to come, it’s on its way. But we act as if it won’t ever shine on earth ever again. We take all steps, we go full out. We brace ourselves for the unimaginable, because there is no way this storm is the worst. Something worse will come along the way, it will.
We do everything, and wipe the sweat off our foreheads time and again. We learn to live with the storm, laughing and crying. We adopt that harsh reality.
But the storm disappears the next day. Everything we’ve been depending on has vanished. The storm, that we came to love, turned his back on us and gave us a break from thunder.
Some of us will accept the storm has passed. Some of us will swell with pride and narrate the storm’s stories. And the rest of us will miss the storm, till we experience his wrath again.
Written by
Milomi.
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