I'm thinking of painting a picture, a vague one that will tell me something new.. I scroll through the scenarios in my head, one after another, a story started emerging with each scene. It could have been a second, less or more but it was enough time for me to capture it all.
There are the sunny days, the sky was sparkling blue, the birds singing and flying freely, it was a spectacular sight, almost poetic with the flowers fully bloom beautifying the view... But suddenly I felt hot, the sun was warm enough but it grew hotter, it was almost burning my skin, I looked up at the sun and it was smiling down at me,I felt better, then I walked on enjoying the day, then I felt the burning sensation again, I glared up at the sun, and the once friendly smile was replaced with an evil grin.. Moments passed and it switched back...on and off till the daylight passed away and all that's left is the peaceful moon and stars and their promises of a calmer night.
I wondered for a while, friendly and evil sun doesn't sound so good.
Next, the cloudy days, the sky is dull today, I felt chilly because of the wind, the branches of the trees and flowers are all dancing to the unique flow of air. It seem normal but the fear of the threatening rain kept me at bay...I waited and waited but could feel no drop of rain, the moment I made up my mind to let go was when I heard the sound, I felt its chill to the depth of my soul,it sounded like an explosion but I knew better, it was the sound of thunder as angry sets of lightning strikes the path I walked on,I could feel the goosebumps forming on my skin, I couldn't go back or forward, neither could I turn left or right because I could see those white flashes roaming and searching for me.... Then they disappear and all was well again; but not for too long...I got scared and frightened then it all vanishes and I feel good again till the Rain falls clearing up the gathered clouds and leaving a bright sky in its stead.
Last, I got the Rainy days.. Droplets of rain falling down on my skin, it felt cold and I shiver for warmth but I couldn't exactly leave the trail I'm on to go and rest, I looked back and saw a room with a fireplace blazing, the temptation was strong, to go and curl up in front of the fire but I looked away and kept walking in the rain, moments passed and the droplets became showers of rain, dropping forcefully on my skin, I felt as if I was being stoned by tiny peebles of raindrops. I heard a sound, like someone weeping, it took me a while to realize those sounds were coming from my lips.. Just when I was about to give up to give in to the pain, it all stopped, moments later it started again, till it stopped finally..
Now, its time to paint my picture, I stare at the white board for so long, don't know where to start from, and I won't even know what and how to put it down, The future has a lot of possibilities, it has its up and downs, the goals and obstacles, but still it remains hidden to us, with each steps, each thought, each action we paint a new day, a new future, a new tomorrow.. With those words in my head, I painted my picture.
It didnt take me too long, when I was done, I glanced at my painting; it was a white board..... My Tomorrow is still a clean slate but however it goes, they'd always be Sunshine after the rain...
