The worst part of the storm is the waiting. The atmosphere is all ruined and unresting. The pressure increases and the air is thick. You are waiting for it to rain, rain hard. Raindrops falling so hard and fast and then explode into a million pieces. After the rain comes the sun, the clear, the warmth, the light. But the storm never arrives.
Lets just wait for a bit longer. The pressure increases, silent thunders and dulls lightnings greets you. You know its going to get big. Get heavy and the storm will start. You sit and wait in anticipation. The storm never comes. So you wait again, for now you know the thunder will be audiable and the lightning so sharp. The winds are colder and stronger now. The storm will come anytime now.
The storm never arrives. Thunder gets as loud as it can get, cracking your ears open slowly. The lightning is blinding and the wind and its airy touch, a heavy torture on your body. Around you everything falls apart. Oh, the storm is bound to come any moment now.
No sign of the storm.
So, even as you are being torn apart by the winds, the thunder, the lightning and the ruins around you, you hope for the storm. For after the storm, comes the silence, the peace, the death. The storm will kill you,but with death comes peace.
The storm never comes.
And now you realize, the storm will never come. The lucky ones gets to the mercy of death by the storm. Not you, my sweet little cloud. Oh, what were you thinking, child?. You are fated to be forever torn and torn from the inside out and feel the pain of your raw skin exposed to the thunder and lightning and the cruel caress of the wind. But after a while,cloud, you will know to adjust and call this your home. And you will live here, dead but moving. You will know to say "I love cloudy days." You will learn to live, torn apart and waiting for the storm. The storm will never come.
