Clouds are known for shaded white where it was remind of the happy times, purity and calm. But how about a cloud that has a shaded gray?
They said it was about to rain
For me, it reminds me the pain of the past, It was the last thing I saw when our love fall apart.
Maybe our love was dark as those dark clouds.
Our love is not showered in golden sunshine, but one illuminated by flashed of lightning, thick air with the threat of storm.
I don’t know if our love was a blessing or a curse.
Perhaps it’s both. All I know is that the memory of it lingers, a bittersweet thing the echoes in my heart. Like a single vivid dream that fades with the morning light.
Whenever you are, I hope you find your own sunshine. And maybe, just maybe, on a cloudy night, you’ll look up and see a lightning, remember the love that once raged as dark and beautiful as a storm.
