Beauty in storms
The smart ones don't walk alone in the rain.
They always find someone to cling to.
When the wind blows and the storm comes.
They make friends with others getting rained on.
Together they make a united umbrella that covers the lowly ones.
The beautiful irony of a storm is that during a downpour amongst people unknown a storm creates a bond in minutes that orhewise would take a lifetime to form.
The wise welcomes the storms because they are classless.
In theory everyone gets rained on.
However those low to the earth can always find shelter easier than the exalted ones.
-just some thoughts that may be a poem or story one day.(i dont have to write it tho.)-