Many are comforted by rain, thunderstorms, and lighting. The chaos of nature around them mimics their own. Nature must also scream and let go; they are not alone in this pain. There is always a certain beauty in the world after the chaos. The worms dig their way out of the soft ground after drowning. The trees are clean of dust layers and fresh to breathe—the empty soli filled with water. The light rainbows form all around if one changes their view. The hot summers turn soft and gentle, allowing adventures—all branching from the chaos. It is nature comforting those breaking apart in their beds.
I find myself as a cloud, soaking up my good sunshine days, floating in the sky, free from pain and anxiety. But clouds in their bliss never notice the evaporated waters filling them. Similarly, tiny drops of compressed feelings accumulate within. The warm days are unending, and I wish for more, forgetting the natural cycle. The warmth allows water—both shining and murky—to gather. After too many warm days, the cloud becomes heavy and drags its weight around. The hollowness that sets despite the good days makes one feel worthless, even of love. The empty chest is sucking at the soul and tricking me. The mind joins in the evaporation trend and lets go of the reins. Thoughts spiral blindly. It gets heavier, and I feel bigger myself, expanding and exploding all over, the emotions bleeding at the slightest touch. The heavy fog in my head made it impossible to see any sunshine. I feel overflowed, and the past feels pinned to my actions alone, that it was my fault. And suddenly, the cloud bursts, and rain starts, but it’s from my eyes. The howling wind sounds from me. Everything belongs to the chaos, and one can only hope for a rainbow. But after the rain gets dried up, chaos passes, the breaths calm, and the fog clears. The eyes filled with a rose tint, and emotions were radiating again. In no time, I am again soaking up my good sunshine.
Writer’s Note: There is a writing tip: take pieces of yourself apart and make them your characters. I think I take pieces of myself from nature to give me company.
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