• stardust_writes 8w

    On some days,
    when the grieving clouds are heavy,
    the pounding rain is a relief.
    Some say rain is nature's symphony,
    myth goes by it's a widow's tears,
    alas, even the summer weeps sometimes.
    The grey clouds are like blurred
    memories, carrying the heaviness
    within, the rains are salty tears
    wept by a lonely kid touring the sky
    and it thunders everytime those
    tears descend to the ground.
    People run for covers and shades,
    forgetting their lives are already
    battered by the unsaid silent storms
    and the children happily drench,
    dancing to the rain's song,
    unworried about the complexities of life.
    We're all paperboats, sailing in life,
    are paths may diverge, but
    destination is the same.
    Some paperboats may float,
    some may sink, some need
    a push, some seek help of the wind,
    but we shouldn't let circumstances
    define us. When you're happy,
    even the rain sounds poetic,
    but when you're aching,
    even the sound of rain seems
    like a dead music.
    Amidst the misty clouds,
    when everything is dire and bleak,
    remember to carry light within,
    to break free from the dark,
    melancholic sky.


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    Thank you so much WN❤️

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