A tumultous storm is passing the valley and I am stuck in the midst nowhere to hide and nowhere to go. I try to walk towards home with my rainbow coloured umbrella. My abode on the hill nearby, and an uphill task to go, the gale is growing stronger i just can't slow. The heaven has been unfriendly not answering to my prayers I slipped a million times as He wanted me to scare. The strong roots of the trees have held my hand firmly not gushing me down as a true friend in poverty. The rain spoilt my umbrella, the seven colours faded I faced the heavy drops as my parasol betrayed. Toiling to crawl up the rain was failing to stop me from going upstream, the nimbus this time is ghastly than ever but i will have to return to my dear ones albeit bruised from head to toe, none to hear my scream . Both rain and me are bleary and had to pause now, the firmament is clearing up with the sun, peeping through the clouds and I am nearly near my hilltop house. The sky was happy to see me alive and gifted me my rainbow umbrella as return gift from above, I tasted glory in the rainbow from the hilltop and my abode.
it's so hard to find happiness with everything going on. we realize we took things for granted while we had them. so when something makes you happy or excited, enjoy it no matter how small it may seem.