The Deluge

The pouring rain was not welcome. I didn’t invite it. But it came for me anyway; the cold gloom mirrored my spirit. The rain ceased and the clouds parted ways, satisfied with what they had done. The sun descended out of sight, releasing a deluge of orange to fill the sky; a triumphant monument to hope. The crescent moon peers through the heavy haze; hinting that my spirit will rise again.