There's thunder and there's lightning

Maybe life is about an uninterrupted rain. There are some short periods of sunny days, when everything flows gently between the events, as if the world was in order. Then, the sun hides behind a cloud and we are all under a gray sky once again. Because the world isn't a safe place, after all. I concluded this a long time ago.

It seems that I am complaining about it, doesn't it? Actually, I am glad: I love rainy days.

There is a misterious and complicated kind of beauty in the rain. Something that you can't achieved easily, or without any thought about it: you have to feel it, to understand it, to be it.

Have you ever try to turn yourself into rain? I've tried, many times before, and I'll keep trying until I become the most beautiful and dangerous storm ever seen.

Life is about this type of search for beauty in unexpected people, occurrences, stories, places. Above all, in ourselves. It's so hard to find something that I am proud of, in me. Everytime I look for something good, I stumble in trash or tears or fears. I hear all the thunders that my heart produces, and they're loud - very loud. They tremble all that I am, and for a few moments, I feel like all that I built could fall apart.

But nothing collapses anymore. It's just a little rain. The one is always here, on top of my melancholic head. 

But what I most enjoy it's when it turns into lightning. The shining, the forms - it's amazing. Sacred. I feel like a blessing, coming from the Heavens (and I'm not talking about religion here.) I embrace the moment when I can look up at the sky and behold the lightning. 

I always smile when it happens.

As a person who really enjoy rain, I am perfectly comfortable: life is just like that.