The weather is just as uncharacteristically unclear, just like my feelings, but I know soon it’s going to rain, and it will wash away my uncertainties and drown them off with it.
And then, the sun will reawaken a new being within me, and renew my soul.
And the cool breeze will reassure me that everything will be the same again, and if not, it will all be better than before.
And the ground upon which I stand, will be strong enough to hold my weight after it has been made more fertile and fed off whatever was washed away by the rain.
And I shall smile again, for I will have bloomed with extreme intensity, my body jiggling with happiness and I shall be at peace.