The Calm Before a Storm.

It feels like the calm before the storm. I can feel how tense everyone seems but on the outside they affect the divinity of being serene. I mimic their manners and laugh at their plights alongside them. They make light of problems they themselves don't understand. I can't take it anymore.

I want the storm to come. I want to bask in the rain. Eventually, the lightning will come and the thunder will make them cry. Eventually, the rain will wash away sorrows and everything will seemingly return to normal.

But we'll be wet with the tears we shed. We'll be covered in the cloudy gloom unless a rainbow breaks through and colors the sky.

Erases the tears.

Makes everything seem alright.

I want the storm to come.

I want to feel like crap and like I can't stand it anymore. I want them to yell and scream and get out all their feelings while I hide behind the clouds.

I want to feel the refreshing rain on my skin while I admire the brilliant flashes of lightning. I want things to be better.

I can't believe they don't realize a storm is coming. I can't believe I'm the only one to appreciate its beauty and worth.

When will it be over?

I know it can't last forever. I can make it through the storm and hope for the rainbow. But to reach the end, it needs to start.

The End

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