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ae16b33678dc264fb5f1bc687aed4ea8--rainy-days-the-beauty The thunder woke her up, way before the alarm clock would have. The window was still shaking when she opened her eyes on the new day.

Another flash of light forced her eyelids closed, and the skies roared again. She rolled in bed, covering her head with the sheets, wipping tears from her sleepy eyes.

She amost wished her nights would be filled with nightmares. Instead of that, her head was replaying her favorite memories in a loop, giving her a fake feeling of hope until she emerged from dreamland, lost and broken again.

And again… And again. Morning after morning. Dawn after dawn. Daybreak broke her, and left her like a ragdoll lying in the rippled bedsheets. She never thought she could hurt so much that her body would weep while she slept. But she did. No wonder why she felt so exhausted and empty the minute she stepped out of bed.

But life went on.

Guilt had become a second nature along the weeks, and mourning in silence seemed a better punishment than giving up on her own life. She deserved to hurt. And at least, that way, she kept feeling something.

Thunder striked again. Loud and closer.

Funny, she thought, how the raging elements didn’t scare her the least bit. She felt somewhat comfortable in the eye of the storm, because it was the exact replica of the turmoil that shook her from within. Same violence in and out.

The clock reminded her that she had to prepare for her daily performance. It was time to put on her mask, paint a smile on her lips, and face the world. It was sickening to think about the whinning she was about to endure, but she couldn’t blame others for the nausea effect they had on her.

She had decided not to share her pain. And she lived well with it. Nobody was worthy of seeing the broken pieces of her heart. And she wouldn’t allow anybody to try to mend it.

Above all, she would never let a soul compare her despair to any other’s.

Another lightning bolt… Thunder growling loudly.

Another day, just time passing by. Minutes adding into hours, and days… Patiently waiting for her last breath to come.



6 thoughts on “Thunderstorm…

  1. An intense read and the thunderstorm is effective to describe how she feels inside as as a personification/metaphor. You did this really well and I wonder why she feels so broken and such turmoil inside. Did someone hurt her badly? Break her heart? Hurt her in some other way such as abuse etc.? Lovely writing and done well to show how much pain she is in, how afraid the storm makes her of it and her feelings kept inside!

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    1. Thank you so much! I like the fact that you noticed that I’ve let the reason of her pain vague… I first thought of writing my way into an explanation, but after a while, I thought it was useless. And somehow, it is the final point; pain being pain, regardless of the reason, and how we don’t want others to put our suffering into perspective…

      Thank you again, it is always so interesting to read your thoughts on my stories 🙂

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  2. Hello Cyranny,
    I was drawn immediately to your words from the image at the beginning. Your words melded beautifully into any situation that many will relate to in our own life…the feelings and metaphor is the most powerful part…
    Lovely post. Thank you 💐✨

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