Rain

Rain

The image of rain pouring down from the clouds above is to many people, a sign of bad luck, an ominous quality of a bad day. To others, rain is a source of inspiration. The crystal droplets shimmer and shine, casting brilliant lights onto the ground before them before they eventually shatter. Continuous breaking and shattering of the precious glass causes streams, who turn into rivers, who in turn morph into lakes, until eventually the pristine surface of the liquid is dried to its limit by the burning sun, forced into being sucked back into the air until it’s time comes once again to fall. 

The clouds that bring the rain are known as plan ruiners, party cancelers, even as reflections of human emotions. But not all that the cloud is is bad. As the beautiful crystal of life dries up and disappears before us we hardly glance, only when the cold gray harbingers of rain come do we change face. Clouds may be the most mistaken pieces of our world today. As the fluffy whites and grays mix together and gently envelope the sky, another miracle begins to happen. Rain. 

As the rain falls and leaves is silky touch behind on the Earth, spreading life and giving nourishment to whoever will take it, it can also bring destruction. Amidst all of the destruction and devastation that this gem will give, there is a silver light, a rather fluffy one at that. 

For as rain can bring hope, it can also take it away. And when all hope is lost, the gray warriors will come bounding across the sky, carrying with them a new form of hope which will always be better than the last.