Rainbow after Disaster.
In the middle of the weevil, there's a gale.
The cold atmosphere innervate me.
As I embrace the wind passing through my face herein the tears falling down like a downpour from the shady clouds.
I hear the blare of the pomposity, they're murmuring. The sounds is like a melody from an angelic voice of an angel. But I never see the hope from it, what I see is a disaster.
The bolt was so hard, it seems like the storm is coming.
I was sitting out there, thinking of getting a bit chance to take a breath with cure.
I am wondering, what's next after this? The storm was gradually fading, but the trauma was still there. I don't want to get up, since I don't know how. I thought I was pretty prepared for you to come and left within traumatic situation.
The storm was totally departed. Yet the vestiges still remain, as I am staring those marks I saw a rainbow.
I see myself smiling, but not believing.
I looked down, and sit back.
I was about to lay down but the rainbow smiles at me. He come over and get my hand. I don't know what to do, but I obey him, I get up. I still don't have idea of what's going on, but I keep standing and staring the rainbow.
He ask me to dance, and I sway my body. He ask me to smile but I refused.
Days passed by, and the rainbow is still there even there's no rain. The rainbow stayed.
