A beautiful Storm

I love storms, from a snow storm, to a tornado, and especially thunderstorms. The day usually starts off quiet and calm, than the clouds roll in and it begins to thunder than followed by lightning. The wind blows and the rain pours down. Full of chaos and force. I have always been fascinated by this since I was a little girl. The most beautiful thing about it is the rainbow at the end with the sun shining brightly. I have endured many storms of my own, some smaller than others. But I have found there is always a rainbow at the end. Life is never fair and when a storm has appeared it may seem like it will never end. I have had more magical amazing moments in my life than storms, but sometimes it takes a storm for us to hold on to these moments. I have watched my life crumble around me, but I have always had someone to help me put it back together again. In the end I have become wiser for it and there is always a reason these things happen, a bigger purpose, even if you don't see it at the time. I watch friends/family struggle with things that they shouldn't have to go through, but I was taught by a very wise woman that the best help sometimes is no help at all. Sometimes as a friend, family, or even parent you have got to watch them fall flat on there face and just be there for them when it happens. I feel everyone has there own path so how can you tell a person what to do or how to feel, you can't. So my best advice if you going to help them is to ask what do you want with your life? Are you going to hide or run from the storm? Or are you going to embrace it and enjoy all the things god gave us? "It's never to late to be what you might have been." - George Elliot A marvelous first step to this might just be a black cup of coffee and an open ear that you trust. This is one thing I learned from back home, going for coffee is like therapy, at least for us women.

"AFTER THE STORM BY MUMFORD AND SONS"

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That's why I hold,
That's why I hold with all I have.
That's why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and mine so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before."