wonderful

She had a rain cloud. 

Dark. 

Twisted. 

The rain was never relieved because she allowed it to

build up, 

destroy itself.

The others with the cotton above their head avoided. 

They didn't want to be 

dark.

She was alone.

The only company she had

was her dark cloud,

which whispered

hateful

mean

things. 

One not-so-different day. 

Another with an angry cloud sat by her. 

Hi. 

She could muster no more than a small rise of one lip, but it was enough. 

Slowly, the clouds dispersed

completely. 

Gone. 

She was frightened. 

Where is my past?

The other simply replied,

It is over with. 

Again. 

The cloud came back. 

But it was a different shade. 

At first,

she couldn't believe the sight. 

Simply couldn't believe it. 

Until. 

The cloud whispered,

dear. Look at you. 

And she did.