Sunshine After Rain
She took it for granted as a child. Happy moods made the sun shine. Tears brought rain.
Just like TV — where black and white movies showed sad heroines trudging through raindrops, and the sun came out with good news. This was how life worked.
In school, boring lessons meant grey days and detention brought thunderous rumblings.
By now, she’d realised it wasn’t normal. Other people’s sorrows came on bright and dull days alike.
Did her mood match the weather or cause it? She’d toyed with experiments, fearful of the truth. But it was time she knew for sure.
Standing alone on a high hill, she built anger in her bones. Muscles quivered. The sky darkened. Rain began to drizzle, slowly at first. Past wrongs raced through her mind and wind whipped her hair to a frenzy.
Drenched in a downpour, she laughed aloud. Lightning forked from the clouds in a surge of power. Gales battered the hill, growing with her maniacal laughter. It caught her up, crazed with the release of pent-up energy.
She spun and flew with the wind: a new weather god, born in turmoil, a force of nature.
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