A field of delicate flowers, swaying in the meadow to the beat of the sunshine letting off a sweet aroma. They dance around and their soft petals swiftly get swept off away into the breeze.
Grandfather willow hovers over the colorful patch as if it were a blanket protecting the body underneath. Wisps of thin vines sway along in the direction of the flowers.
The moment is broken by the sound of thunder and soon enough, dense gray clouds cover the sky and fat droplets of cool water plop onto the flowers petals and roll off gracefully. The sound of the drops hit the Grandfather's trunk and unites together with the sound of the booming thunder. This is called 'music'. This is the sound of music, and it is beautiful.
Thank you mother, for creating this wonderful melody that brings us happiness.
The smell of sweet flowers slowly drift away and is replaced with the scent of fresh and cool rainwater. This is most definitely not gloomy, instead it is the complete opposite.
This is gorgeous. This is absolutely breathtaking.
We often make the mistake of labeling the beautiful things in life wrongly. The rain is not gloomy, but relaxing. The thunder is not scary, but powerful. The lightning is not terrifying, but an incredible phenomena.
Things are not as they seem, so take a look around, the greater things are for all to see.
Song: Free Now by Sleeping With Sirens
