the rain pelts endlessly upon the window panes, a cacophony of knocks that fill a dark and gloomy night. The reddish-purplish hue splashed upon the canvas we call the sky with flashes that translate into the a thunderous boom; it does not seem that the night will ever end. But eventually, the dawn breaks bringing light onto the gloomy skies, dispersing away what is left of the night before. Because with time, even the biggest of storms have to end, even the darkest of skies have to make way for the sun.

But where is thy sun?

As the pitter patter subsides, all we hear are the cars driving by. Because that is how it is. Life moves on no matter what. Even during the storm, cars just keep driving by albeit a little slower, but still, moving forward.

But thy car is just a bicycle, slow, unsteady and unprotected.

Even with the rain gone, a stroke of lightning just happened before my very eyes. Because, in life, surprises are aplenty and it can hit u anytime. Even when you are prepared for it, when it hits, you realize that you can never actually prepare for it.