Remedy

Lightning.

On a dim morning, the smiling sun was rising high at the sky, but the clouds were starting to gather up together. They could see them slowly join one by one, getting heavier and heavier. She felt one droplet kiss the edges of her sharp, little nose. Her bright green emerald eyes darkened to a tree. "It's gonna rain in a bit, but we can't ever complain," she says. "It's how we're raised to be," she nods.

"Oh, no. It's not just that, it's a choice we choose to make in this life as well. Life is not about waiting for the storm to end, but learning to dance in the rain. We have to make the best with what we have every single day no matter what the circumstances are," he smiles as the amounts of droplets gradually begin increasing. They drip drop down his forehead, leaving his green eyes to crinkle around the edges and his dimples to deepen from the little tickles. He lets out his palms to feel the drops of water land on them.

The streets begin to become silent with only the noise of the rain pitter-pattering on the pavements. She sees the clouds getting even more gray, and feels a pit of anxiety inside her stomach. "How can we make the best with what we have?" she asks. Her dark brown eye-brows furrow together as she squints at the clouds above her. Lightning was her worst memory, especially hiding under the quilts of her bed when hearing a loud thunderstorm. "Oh, no. I t-think I saw a lightning," she cries.

"Don't be afraid. Come, take my hand.. This too, shall pass," he laughs as she instantly grips on to the edges of his sleeves instead of his hands. "You have to hold my hand, because my sleeves are soaked wet silly," he says.

"Okay, okay," she nods and holds his hands. Together, they follow the side-walk, until they end up near a meadow. She looks at him as if she is dizzy from the constant change of mother nature all around her. 

"Hey, it's alright. We humans are like mother nature too. We are like the clouds when we are withdrawn from connection. We are like the sun, when we know there's hope. We are the sky, when we find life is filled with endless amounts of possibilities. We are like the weather in so many ways. You're like summer. You're like rain. You remind me that we all have to change. When you smile I see spring. When you cry, it is as calm as the rain falling on our heads. That lightning? It's your fierce beauty that means your heading your way through different constellations and jumping on Earth, but struggling to come out strong through an obstacle. However, you are much stronger than you realize," he says. The lightning roared across the whole streets leading her to jump inside his arms. He kept her close to his chest and said, "Now, let's dance."

"Okay," she nods and lets him take both of her hands. She twirls around in her bright, yellow sunflower dress. The wind brings the smell of fresh green leaves as she spins faster and faster. He takes one step forward, and one step backward. She takes one step backward, and one step forward. They both take off their shoes and run in the green meadow, until the rain starts to gradually become softer. Their little feet feels the soft green grass filled with wildflowers that circle around them as they dance along. "Wow," she says.

"We made it!" he says.

"Yeah, but what we could have died getting struck from the lightning," she replies.

"Faith and courage. Two words you told me, didn't you? Now come, let's take you home before you get sick," he says.