Vanilla Memoir

The wind swing ruggedly, its exhibitions can tell you that a raindrop will fall at any moment. Sitting on an endless tomorrow, waiting, seeking for the right words. The raindrops became true, all you can hear is the deep dropping of the event. Your mind keeps on waning, cannot think of a great passion to make it clearer. The rain gets harder and harder and is talking, screaming, mocking all about the darkness; thunders rolled that flatters no one. The mind must assail, but is still losing hope, cannot intertwine the weary heart. Then the heavy burden of the dark clouds ended, realized the things that must be proclaimed - helped; departed. You saw the exile of the rain, wind grew soft, the darkness veiled, light smiled and comprehended the view. A rainbow sprouted, rejoice became the lofty, defeated the darkness, happiness aroused. Things are now clearer, recognized, the colors picks up the cheerful harmony, a cherisher must see. The advent of the rainbow will always appear, after a neglect, from the glow of a sweet new sky and at heart.

The story of a worried mind ends with solace.