I think the wind comes from a sigh. Perhaps, a gust of wind kissed by the sun is just a sigh of pleasure. And cool, darkness comes from the mouth of a heartbroken lover. A wind filled with debris and particles of earth could be derived from the confused mind of an anxious child. A storm is EVERYTHING. So much emotion, it cannot be contained any longer. The clouds build up, the sunshine hides and finally we let it all go with a rainfall of tears. When someone adds a little sunshine to your storm, a rainbow appears. It’s a confliction, but something beautiful nonetheless.
Be my rainbow and I will be your warm front.
Adolescence is global warming; we don’t know what the hell to do about the change. We love the sunshine but beg for the rain, our constant sighs cause a hurricane, rocking the world like an earthquake. Sometimes, life feels like the beaches of California and other times it can be as dry and lonely as the deserts of Arizona.
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