I stare at the sky through the window as it aches, letting out a grumbling sound. For some reason, this is my favourite weather. I resonate with it. I feel drawn to it. I understand it - I know what it feels to be like the sky.

Now, the sky is cloudy and dark, like I feel on the inside.

The breeze is loud and heavy, like the constant turmoil plaguing my mind.

The thunder and lightning represent the strokes of ache I feel inside.

Then, when the pain becomes unbearable, it finds another way to express itself. It starts with droplets of rain, then increases with time, wailing as though asking for help. Dark clouds, thunder, lightning and heavy breeze together seem all too familiar, like I feel constantly.

And just like any human, the sky clears up after expressing its pain and emotions, it picks itself up, and it becomes clear and beautiful like it wasn't hurting a while ago like it wasn't finding relief for the pain or someone to save it. It's comforting to know something bigger than me, like the sky, feels the same way I do.