I like cloudy days. Their nice gray clouds are a nice thing to look at, the rain falls on my face while I look at the clouds. Isn't it nice to live on such beautiful days like this? great? Amazing? Even. Unfortunately, I haven't had those lovely cloudy days in a long time. It's been like a thunderstorm, on the sea, the boats rock recklessly back and forth. Trying to grasp the last breath before the water crashes on the boat once more.  This is a feeling people have once in and while.  The pain is impossible to bear. The wave is the crash of pain. The boat is anxiety. The Thunderstorm is the problem. But as the water stops, the waves calm, The boat slowly stops rocking. The sun beams on your hands. As you look upon the partly cloudy skies. You’d hope they would reach for your hand once again.

I like cloudy days.