Today I felt happy until the storm came.
There I was enjoying my day, enjoying my time, enjoying my life. I was happy with myself. Until I wasn't.
I was unprepared for what happened, but when am I ever prepared for the storm. The storm is always unexpected. One moment it could be sunny with clear skies. Then next thing you know you're in the middle of a hurricane not knowing what to do.
When the storm hit I ran. I couldn't find anyone. I was surrounded by so many people but yet in the storm they were all gone. Fleeing is the only thing I know how to do in the storm. I flee and I run for shelter, but there is none.
You can't escape the storm.
That's when I give up. There is no way out. When I run out of hope to escape the storm, that's when the rain starts.
This goes on for sometimes minutes, hours, days, or even months. But right when I believe the storm is going to take me away something happens.
I see a light.
YOU are my light.
My raft.
Every time I feel like the storm has me you always pull me out and make it sunny again. When the storm is over my hope returns. It is a brighter day.
All. Because. Of. You.
