It’s kinda interesting how rain clouds form. One minute it’s sunny with a few light wisps of white in the sky mixing with the pale blue. First it’ll drizzle, quickening it’s pace. Suddenly the clouds don’t seem so innocent. I mean, how ironic is it that when the sky is ready to shed a few tears it grows dark and heavy. It's symbolic of life. Our own rainy days. And when we are ready to get rid of some of the burden, us too grow a little dark and heavy.
You see, I have always loved storms; the mood they put you in with a melancholy tune. I could stare out the window all day, but unfortunately they never last that long. I think it’s ironic that we all watch the rain fall and the dark sky, but rarely do we go out to experience and be a part of it. I stumbled upon a quote once, and it stuck with me ever since. “I like storms, they remind me that even the sky screams sometimes too.” And it’s that so true? It’s almost humbling.
As a kid, I’ve always loved rainbows. Something which I believe is typical for most children. Sure, people always take pictures and tweet about them. But I just appreciate moments of really admiring them. Like how crazy is it for something like that to be so real? Science explains it, yes. But forget the precise equation for it to form and just recognize it for something as beautiful and miraculous.
