Passing of the Storm

As the clouds wrap their arms around the sun they tighten their grip. The radiant shine from the sun will no longer be able to escape their heavy grasp. Soon the clouds shed their tears and cover the ground below. The cool drops of rain leave their mark as they nourish what lies beneath them on a scorched and broken desert. The clouds can only hold on so tight, for so long before the sun fights through and slowly emerges shining for all the world to see. As the sun warms the ground below steam is seen escaping from every crack seen by the naked eye as if the earth is silently exhaling. The sun pushes the clouds to the side and as they travel to their next destination a little trail of rain follows behind reminding us of what came before. What you see is the unmistakable beauty of a rainbow that only results when the warm rays of the sun are kissed by the cool drops of rain. It reminds each and every one of us that there truly is a calm and beauty after each and every storm.

Every heart that beats will feel the pain and darkness of a passing storm. Life will stop for a moment and our hearts will break. You will close your eyes and inhale as the tears pour down and wet the sun drenched cheeks of yesterday. But just as the sun needs the clouds to let go we also must let go. We must allow ourselves to fall into the unknown abyss of the dark storm passing. Hold on tight as the wind whips our minds and scatters our feelings like the leaves being shed in the fall. Feel the cold trickle and realize the storm is here but that it too shall pass. You must cry and feel coldness to feel the tenderness of the sun rays hitting you once more as the storm passes and your heart is renewed with a sense of healing and wonder. The darkness and tears will only allow you to hurt for a moment in time. It is in the shine afterwards that radiates from your heart that will allow you to grow.

Do not run from the storm. It is there to nourish our minds, hearts and bodies. The pain allows us to feel happiness and bask in the wonder of joy. Fear will move on to its next destination and love will plant its seed that has been left to grow in the wake of the passing storm. Hope is never lost and love can always be found.