Nature’s poetry

It was bright and sunny. Hot, in fact.
Suddenly the skies became dark.
An army of galloping horses of dark clouds had invaded the skies.
Everything took on a grey hue…the trees, the houses, the river, the people.
A cool breeze began to blow.
The kind that blows into your face, pushing back your hair and makes you wish you could fill your wings with it and take off into the sky.
The kind that makes you pine for something unknown…pulls you towards something indescribable.
The kind that makes you forget everything…even yourself.
Slowly the wind gathered strength.
It cornered the clouds, surrounded them from all directions and began to push them.
The confused clouds ran helter-skelter. They collided with each other. They were startled to hear deafening thunder…their eyes blinded by lightning.
A huge tear drop escaped from the eye and fell to the ground. Then another and yet another…till their hearts poured out all the grief.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, it all ended.
Tear-drops now glistening through a smile. Freshly washed and dried, clean and empty skies…brighter than before…more luminescent.
Like the inner light spilling through.