Winter Storm

Cherry Blossoms were very beautiful just a week or two ago. Pink blossoms were shinning brightly against the bright blue sky in a nice cold breeze. It was just a week ago. Now that cherry blossoms are lying on the green grass drenched in the soaked rain. The sky is dark gray --- rain clouds seems almost coming down on the earth, and embracing the top of the mountain. The storm has arrived. It might even snow in two days. The temperature is record low since 1976. One can hear the heavy rain spluttering over the window pane. The sound of the rain falling through the gutter could be a constant faint background music of the time being. While reading a sad book, drinking over a cup of coffee, and thinking over the fact that the combination will not be able to let one sleep effortlessly. The sky is crying. The earth is embracing the painful tears. Cherry blossom petals are lying helplessly. The rain will eventually wash away the dust. Tears will carry away the burden of pain. And when the storm is over, when the sun comes out --- everything will be looking afresh new --- just like a new born baby. And when the sadness is over, when the tears dried over --- happiness will be boundless laughing amusingly --- just like innocently being in love for the very first time.

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