I have always noticed one thing. Before a storm breaks, there is silence. An unusual peace, calmness, and overall soothing atmosphere persists.
The calmer the silence, the violent the storm.
Translating the same to our lives and bringing both silence and a storm, Let me put things into perspective.
We often crib about our misery,
Unhappy with a certain storm.
At those times turn towards chivalry,
And wait for the right platform.
Night precedes day, fire precedes ash,
Anger precedes sorry all in a flash.
And just like that Storm precedes peace.
Yet we remain oblivious and rash.
Keep calm and remember the said lines,
For if there is misery today, tomorrow will be fine.
Storm only visits to test our spine,
Don’t be a stubborn tree, be a smart vine.