Rain
The storm clouds burst over me, dropping lakefuls of rain on my weary mind. Those clouds have followed me my whole life. Just when I think the sun is about to shine brightly down on me, the clouds gather like an angry mob ready to deliver the sum of all their misguided rage onto an undeserving passerby.
I keep searching for that ever elusive meadow, filled with green grass and white daisies with dew-tipped petals and the sun providing a warm security blanket over all.
Then I remember: neither the grass nor the daisies can grow without the rain.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Not sure if this will make any sense to anyone else, but there it is anyway.
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
It sure makes a lot of sense to me, Christopher, me who has suffered regular bouts of depression. I am also an ups and downs kind of person so I am acutely aware of the depths and the joys of the heights, the former seemingly a necessary precursor to the latter and making that latter even more joyous. Sorry if this is you too, but as you say, you need the rain. Hope you're OK right now. A sensitive and very understandable drabble.
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Thank you, Neville. Just trying to cope with a very sick family member at the moment and it's preying on my mind.
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Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
I am very sorry to hear that, Christopher. I hope the situation improves for you both very soon.
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Thanks, Neville. I appreciate it.
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Indigo Estoria almost 7 years ago
So deeply touching and beautifully written.
I too am very sorry to hear about your family member.
Keep your spirits up, Christopher. -
Christopher almost 7 years ago
Thank you, Indigo.
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Christopher almost 7 years ago
Thank you, Drew. Much appreciated.
