Hey readers!

This poem came to me in the most interesting way while watching what I believed to be a brewing storm. In even a small natural occurrence, I gained a newer perspective about how I view obstacles I too easily give up on. It left a question in my mind as you'll see in my piece. May this encourage you during your 'second storms,' and into 'sunny weathers.'

Good vibes to you all.

What do you really know?

In such a small instant, things could change

In the clouds, I saw rain and knew that a storm would come

I imagined seeing the pavement, once coated in sunshine, turn into

A slick and black trail awaiting me, my feet feeling the coolness it hadn't touched yet

I could already feel the crisp mist among the wafting heat as they blended together in harmony

My skin, adjusting to being met with droplets of the clouds crying above me

My mind had already waivered its vision to the clouds being even darker

And even surrendered into the lighting, with its flashing brilliance, and the thunder,

A loud, but symphonic reminder that a storm would have its moment and no one dare interrupt

My shoulders shivered more so in anticipation rather than from fear of getting wet

My eyes, watching intently on the storm that I knew would be here

How long would I wait, there was no telling, but it didn't matter; I was prepared

A droplet finally let itself slide along my window, and a few more followed

I awaited a wall of water to intercept my vision and give me caution of proceeding

But then, what did I really know?

Just as quickly as I had reasoned that the storm would envelope me, the droplets ceased

The clouds began to pull apart at the seams, losing the gray color they had to appear slightly white again

Beneath the dispersed clouds, the sun shone upon the still-dry road and seemed to move the sky shamelessly into light

My skin could feel the warmth, while my feet could feet the heat that had yet to linger

My mind eased me into imagining the air blowing on my face as the scene I worked up fell away

That was it: what do we really know?

I have heard the saying, 'ignorance is bliss,' but what can be said in the thereafter?

We assume so much about ourselves and what life 'won't' or 'cannot' give us, but what about the chance we place to ourselves?

Not all false assumptions will lead to sunny weathers, but even in the second storm, you can better understand the question alone:

'What do you really know?'