But the Sun rose again
Thunders rumbled and the wind wailed noisily, bringing more gloom to the dark sky as the tickled dust rallied all over. it was chaos. The raging storms couldn't steal the resounding noise of the thunder and the gloomy clouds couldn't mask the flash of lightning. There was hardly a center to hold.
Drops of rain became heavier than stones, crashing hard into the soil which loosened up to chill the steaming anger of the cold rain though nothing seemed to change. The world was in motion. A momentous Apocalypse. But the sun rose again.
Many thoughts lie within humans. May the good days last - expectations - but things are not what they seem to be. Realities storm, thunder and cloud our joy, and it takes more whiles to shuffle through our pack of memories to pick up the dearest - who plays card in a dark room?
But once again, we become smeared with joy as the moments we held dear rest again on the dashboard of our thoughts as memories exciting love, fulfillment and smiles. Then magically, the rest of the day paints an avalanching portrait of happiness as the sun shines on everything we do. The storm is over.