She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
It's bright out. With storm clouds and winds that threaten to tell the secret I whispered into it just a moment ago. My mind screams 'blackmail!'. But my heart knows that even if the leaves flutter cheekily and the curtains sway gleefully to that that the wind has leaked to them, none else will know. The wind is my ally.
The picture outside my window mirrors all that is running through me. The numbing, the woes, the pseudo-joy. Picking at fingers, it is only awe that I have for this beautiful weather. So poised and graceful and altogether, wonderful. Rumbles of distant thunder and the promise of rain nudge to remind of the wonders of one greater than I.
And to think that this greater one thinks of me with love leaves me dumbstruck.
As I type this, the first patters of rain hits my roof alerting me of the beauty I'm about to witness. And as always I look over my shoulder hoping to get a little glimpse of beauty but my eyes fail me. Despair, I shall not because the smell of rain is treat enough. For now, for now.
I won't deny how difficult it is to finish this post. It is difficult not to stare at moving clouds and listen to the chirps of the mischievous lone bird that wishes to fly a moment longer in an empty sky. The brief rain's made the air damp enough only to pique my senses.
It's moments like these that harbor me through the roughest patches.
And it is moments like these that reiterate that there is Much greater than I.