The Storms of Life
Pain is like rain, tragedy is the storm.
At first, each drop is noticeable. You flinch as the cold, sharp rain hits your shirt, then your head, and next your leg. They all hit with intense randomness. You try to cover up, to protect yourself from above. But it’s impossible.
Even though it hurts, there is nothing you can do to prevent it. Soon, you accept the discomfort. You acknowledge the fact that there is no way out; you just have to get through it. You must simply wait it out.
As the storm continues, the rain picks up and now your covered head to toe. Soaked in sadness and sorrow. But you can’t feel it; surprisingly you’re not too cold. You marvel at how initially every raindrop ached, and how you flinched with the thought of more. But now, now that you’re drenched it doesn’t matter. You no longer wish for it to stop soon, because you feel nothing now anyways.
The rain has blocked out everything else. All you see is rain, all you feel is rain and you are comfortable with that.
The storm stops, the rain lightens up, the sun begins to shine. That’s when it hurts a bit more. The rain is no longer there to engulf you, now there is a wind that presses the cold wet clothes against your body. As if you are reliving the initial droplets all over again.
The sun is out, but clouds come to cover it every now and again. And the night is just about to fall. The night is the worst after a storm.
As the sun sinks below the horizon, you feel its warmth leaving with it. You will not dry much this evening. You have to fall asleep, you have to try to make time go quickly. To get back to the sun. To feel warmth again.
But you’re shivering; you won’t sleep much tonight.
Sometimes, you dry off completely, you’re able to purge all the sadness and forget the cold, dark, pain of suffering. Other times, another storm rolls in, and it starts all over again.
Rarely it feels like monsoon season, one storm after another. After a while, you accept the fate. You find comfort in the dark. The nights are still long, but you’ve learned ways to escape its grasp.
Rather than hoping for the sun, you learn how to survive in the rain. Almost hoping the sun never shines again, because although the sun brings warmth it also brings the wind. Sometimes it’s just better to stay in the rain. That is your world now and after a while that’s all you expect.