The Desert and The Cloud.

Sometimes, we try to make things happen with people, in vain. We try so hard only to see all of our tries not work. As hard as this sounds, I think its best to let the clouds pass because honestly, all of this is like hoping for rain in a burning desert. If it happens, well it happens when it happens.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

When it actually rains, everything feels so right. Like it was meant to happen. Like those rains are so special that we would actually want them to never end, ever. The chill breeze that these rains bring with them, the daunting color change in the sky, from bright yellowish orange to dim mild, bluish white with the clouds being surprisingly dark, all of this would just be a sight to remember for a million years. It just feels completely and effortlessly so damn right. But the truth is, as harsh and cold-blooded as it might sound, that just because something feels right and just because something feels like it was meant to be, it doesn't have to be that way. The clouds can just choose to breeze away and not even let a single drop of the water it carries touch the sand of the burning desert. It's completely up to the cloud. The desert might just have to settle for the mediocre shade that it gets from the clouds whilst the clouds are passing over it to some place else.

Some might call this sad, some might term it bad, some might even feel like the clouds have done the desert wrong. Maybe it is unrequited love, maybe it is just not fair but how the desert feels isn't really something that is under consideration. Its only about what the clouds choose to do. Staying hopeful is all that the desert can do, if in case it chooses to do something. Or, it can maybe try stopping the romanticizing that it does with the experience that the clouds and the rains bring, so that it can actually let go of whatever it is holding on to. Or maybe, it can choose to ignore the rain completely and be apathetic to everything that it can bring, because it is an answer. Whatever attachment that the desert has with the clouds, if it isn't mutual and reciprocated, it is bound to lose it anyway. That is just how it is.

Lots of love, peace.