After the Clouds passed: Written by: Christopher Anthony Gacayan

And after the clouds passed away, the sun did again shine to eventually be enveloped by the overwhelming immensity of darkness showered with stars. I have never known a more beautiful sight until I watched the clouds. I remember a morning, driving with a very special friend, where I watched the sun begin to rise and create a beautiful tint of red among dark purple clouds over the horizon. It felt ethereal in a sense. I remember thinking to myself, if only I was a painter, I could paint a beautiful portrait of natural beauty such as this. If only for a second could people look upon this moment of natures passion, and comprehend its ravishing contrast of colors. Perhaps one day everyone will and perhaps one day Ill be a painter and paint the pleasing to the eye message from the clouds rather than write it. But perhaps things like this were meant to be.

And yet, after the clouds passed by, at another time, in another place, it felt more like watching a beautiful musical. Where the clouds were the dancers and the breeze would sing the song they pranced to. I have sat in my room and stared through my window with much intent to watch this whimsical ballad by the clouds. Some days are filled with excitement, and some are as peaceful as the clouds alone, when only a breeze shatters their calm. At times during the night, on a rainy evening, where the howling of the wind would cause bones that live to shake in fear, the play by the clouds is filled with drama. Where lightning breaks through the black wall caused by thick clouds, and illuminates all the once shadowy figures, and shows them for what they really are Clouds among themselves.

And though, after the clouds passed through, every day, every night, and every moment. The clouds though how similar they may appear, are never the same. The clouds I may never know of still do exist among the lives of others. Just because you cannot see them, the clouds are still there to see. Yet this is only a simple thought, to how incredible a cloud may be. But even just to watch a cloud pass by, is a story in itself to tell?

And as for the clouds that passed by today? Today was another incredible experience with clouds. Today, today could be just like any other day, but today where I am, it rained. Rain, as beautiful as the clouds all above, cleansing and purifying the world it touches. Rain like teardrops falling from the eyes and heart of an innocent child, rain from clouds, thats what it was like. Well today the rain had stopped for a little while. And in that little while, as I looked into the sky, I remembered why I truly loved the clouds. Watching the peaceful shades of white and gray floating by the canvas of the baby blue, so slowly made me feel that life didnt have to be lived as fast as Ive been living it. I felt as if I could float across life like a cloud in the sky. Today the clouds looked like it would if I were in a heaven of some sort. A place dense with feathery clouds of down, where angels watched the world from above, and giggled with glee as the people below, as we below, lived our lives to the fullest. It actually made me want to pass with the clouds

I have only lived so long, and seen so many things. But to know after the clouds have passed, fills my heart with happiness. So at times I tell myself a story, of when the clouds had passed, just to remember, just to remember. I know that more clouds will come, more clouds will pass. That before my life, and before many others, clouds had passed before. Yet even so, clouds that have passed me today should not be forgotten. That every cloud has a meaning and should not be taken for granted, as does everything else in life. Perhaps one day, Ill be one with the clouds and after the clouds passed by someone like me Id find me writing words like these again.