I stood before the evening sun today, watching the decline of the day. I was trying to figure out my thoughts which i could not articulate. I felt lost. Everything around seemed mundane I asked myself, "Am I turning insane?" My reverie was broken by a thunderclap, all the golden rays gone, the sky turned black. The charcoal clouds predicted the storm nearing the beautiful day had a dreary ending. "How apt this is", I thought like my little bubble of happiness, long gone. I waited for the rain to come down, drizzle and bedew my droughted love. But I had wished for the far-fetched, loved him when I knew I will be heart-wrecked. So the storm served me right, should never have loved with hindsight. ~Supriya