Short Stories

A Letter to the Sun

Hello, sun.

Can you read this, high in the sky as you are, a ball lit on fire that hovers ever so far away?

I doubt it. You're not much of a social person, that could be said. Really, you could be described as anti-social, these days. Why must you hide behind the clouds, as you do ever so frequently?

The clouds. Ah, the clouds. I hope they read this too, but I doubt it. High in the sky, as they fly overhead, they have little care for us down below. They simply drift by, free and without any care for any ailment that might afflict them. And why should they? When the wind batters them, forcing them along at unpredictable rates, they just shrug it off and enjoy the ride. They have no fear of crashing down to the ground far below them, as they are puffy and light.

Is this the cloud's fault, sun? Is it truly not your intention to hide behind them, causing our land to become shrouded in shadows? Is it the clouds, that block out your light, so that they are the only ones to receive the warmth of your rays?

Yes, that is it. It is the clouds. The clouds that torment us, day by day. They are the ones that block out your rays of sunlight, of warmth. They are the ones to be blamed, for this.

The clouds, yes, they are not nice. Ah, they seem to do anything in their power to derive from us land-dwellers our happiness. As they float in the sky, absorbing all your light, and warmth, they pelt us with rain. They do not shower us with warmth, as you do, but they shower us with bullets of water. A cold thing, which only the clouds are capable of.

Yet, is it in the clouds power to choose who to shower? Who to block from your rays? Could this really be the fault of a greater power, one that can choose who to block from the sun, who to shower with rain.

Ah. I see it now, I do. It is clear who is causing these things. It is not you, the sun, nor is the the clouds. It is the wind. The wind that blows the clouds, the wind that chooses who to shower with rain, and who to block from your rays of sunlight.

The wind. Ah, the wind, how could anyone ignore it? The wind is what cruelly blows through the world, eroding us. It is the wind, which causes us to freeze in discomfort.

This is the fault of the wind. The darkness which plagues us day by day, the rain that pelts us whenever it can, the breeze that freezes us.

Now, I hope that the wind reads this. Can it not understand what it puts us through?

The breeze that cools us, yes, can sometimes be helpful - on a warm summer day when the sun is giving its all to provide heat, the breeze can be comforting.

And the clouds that blot out the sun, they can also protect us from the harmful rays that the sun constantly gives off.

Rain, as well, has its own advantages. After rain, the world flourishes - rain gives life, that can be seen. It cools us, gives us the water which is needed day by day.

So, sun? Is this your fault, after all? You are the sun that constantly gives off light, harmful beams that continue to hurt us. You are also the ball of flame, floating in the distance, that emits heat so powerful that we are burned.

So, sun.

Did you read this, high in the sky as you are, a ball lit on fire that hovers ever so far away?

I still doubt it. You're not much of a social person, that could be said. Really, you could be described as anti-social, these days. Why must you come out from behind the clouds, as you do ever so frequently?

The clouds. Ah, the clouds...