Life is like a cloud. It comes in a million shapes and sizes and it offers no guarantees, no certainties, no sympathies for the man who told his kid he'd fly a kite today, no consideration for the girl who was sure she'd see the sun today, no promises for the weary world and the wants wants wants of which it has too many today. Life is like that. Sometimes full and fluffy and floating along and sometimes dark and angry and sobbing sobbing sobbing anger and passion and vengeance and retaliation. It's agony It's anguish It's a gift, a lesson a reminder Because only once the storm has passed only once the tears have flooded the rivers and gorged the ground and washed away the dirt the debris the destruction and decay, only then only then will the sun step outside smile to the sky and dare to shine. |