The Dramatic Sky

I still remember those days. A little me, standing quietly and peacefully with my nose up against the window. My hair were a mess and clothes kind of dirty because of rolling on the floor. With wobbling legs I somehow managed to stand on the stool.

I used to look at the rain. But more than that, I stared with awe at the lightning. If someone would have asked me what I wanted to be, I would have told them that I would love to be the Lightning. You ask me why..?? Because it was so powerful. For some seconds, it would dramatically demonstrate such power that people were compelled to look at it.

Years have passed. I still stand with my nose up against the window. My hair still messy, but clothes remain clean. Now I don't need a stool to admire the rain or the thunder. In fact, now if anyone asks me what I want to be, I wouldn't tell them that I want to be the Lightning. Because I want to be that sky on a sunny day, the one which might not cause the brightest thunder or the most intense rain for seconds, but the one which stays all day.

I realized that the dramatic sky is a lie, the truth is just a normal sunny day which still remains under appreciated.