Sometimes even storms are beautiful aren’t they? Wild and chaotic, yet beautiful. How magical is it that after days and days of unruly downpour, the horizon starts to clear up. A tiny ray of sunshine peeps through the clouds. Yes, it’s a feeble ray because it still hasn’t forgotten the scars that it has been subjected to. But at the end of the day, that is how you grow. And perhaps that’s when you pause to think that when the storm hit you, it washed off all the dirt, only to reveal the person you were before.

and one day while looking back in hindsight,
you’ll remember those tiring days and the long nights;
you’ll feel warm relief washing over you,
as you relieve memories a many, and heartbreaks a few.
the days of turmoil will find their closure,
you’ll choose peace over chaos, calm over thunder.
the summer air will smell sweeter still,
as you’ll remember how you conquered every hill.
you’ll admire every wildflower, every bird that sings
for the butterfly hidden inside will finally see its own wings.

-mugdha