When we see dark clouds,
we think the storm is beautiful.
We sit in our homes
and listen to the rain
soaking into the ground.
We go outside
and dance.
Sometimes there is destruction.
Sometimes there is chaos.
But there is still rain
And with rain,
the flowers and trees
are able to grow.
*They become stronger.
Resilient.
Beautiful.*
Are not humans the same?
We see rainstorms and we see beauty.
Why is it that when we see
the storms of life,
we see only
destruction.
Only pain.
*Even though the storm is painful,
we grow like nature.
Strong.
Resilient.
Beautiful.*
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
When we see dark clouds,
we think the storm is beautiful.
We sit in our homes
and listen to the rain
soaking into the ground.
We go outside
and dance.
Sometimes there is destruction.
Sometimes there is chaos.
But there is still rain
And with rain,
the flowers and trees
are able to grow.
*They become stronger.
Resilient.
Beautiful.*
Are not humans the same?
We see rainstorms and we see beauty.
Why is it that when we see
the storms of life,
we see only
destruction.
Only pain.
*Even though the storm is painful,
we grow like nature.
Strong.
Resilient.
Beautiful.*
