#Monomad Challenge - Nothing Lasts Forever

Good evening, #Monomad friends

Here is my entry for the #monomad contest by @brumest and @monochromes.

Not very often, during the hot summer months, there are days when the weather changes suddenly. I remember as a child loving it when, in the middle of a very hot day, dark, heavy, and enormous clouds would quickly gather in the sky above me, and would abruptly unleash their rumbling of deep, guttural sounds, ending in a loud crack just seconds after the sky had lit up for a few microseconds.

The smell of wet earth and the sensation of heat gradually rising from the ground beneath me leave a very pleasant feeling in my spirit.

It was also often said that this weather might not be very beneficial for crops, but I simply saw it as a sudden change that fascinated me as if I were watching a movie.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the sky while the storm lasted.

My grandmother’s house, from where I often watched this spectacle, was very close to the village’s electrical substation. At that substation, as at all the others, there was a lightning rod, which invariably attracted all the lightning bolts in the vicinity that struck and broke away from the dark, turbulent sky.

Imagine the roar when a bolt of lightning was drawn to that lightning rod… it was just under 50 meters from my bedroom window. A spectacle worthy of a front-row seat.

These days, I don’t have as many opportunities to witness these spectacles. But yesterday, I ended up watching the gathering of heavy, black clouds leading up to the actual storm that broke this morning.

Just as the skies are, so is life. As the old proverb goes—one I’ve heard my grandmother say ever since I was a little boy—“No misfortune lasts forever, nor does any good last without end.”

And so it is with life.

Today we find ourselves in a global situation in which one nation seeks to subjugate its neighbors to an insane rule that disregards the means necessary to achieve an idealized end conceived in the mind of a decadent and delusional president.

But I know this storm will pass. One day, sooner or later, the rain will stop falling, and the clouds will dissipate to let through the warm rays of the sun on a late summer afternoon.

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