Dark clouds and a light thunder. A soft rain falls down. It’s not bothering me. I am inside the house. But it reminds me of my mind. It feels the same. Always a thunderstorm inside of me. Seldomly a spark of sun.

The clouds be my past and my worries. The thunder be my thoughts. The lightning be my triggers and the rain my depression.

Sometimes a fresh wind blows through and makes a hole in the thunderclouds to let some sunshine in. It never lasts long but I cherish these moment as a treasure so rich. For they are what keeps me going. They are what makes me live.