symptoms.

A big green meadow. Willow trees billowing with the wind in the corner. The grass on the ground is the perfect kind. The type where you'd step on it and feel like you're stepping on a soft carpet. 

Raindrops constantly falling. Each drop telling its own story. When it's a light drizzle the raindrops seem to hold all the happiness of the world. And then there are the times when the rain is accompanied by lightning and thunder, where anger seem to fill every single inch of the atmosphere. Finally there's the type of rain where all it wants to do is wash everything away. Clearing everything in its path in preparation for a new day. A clean slate. 

But if you look closely enough at the raindrops, you'd be able to see so much more. The drizzling raindrops show the happy moments. The times when nothing else mattered but laughing till your sides hurt or just enjoying the company that you had at that moment. The raindrops that come with lightning and thunder show the angsty moments. Where all that runs through your mind is the anger that you felt and the thoughts of throwing everything out the window. Including yourself. And then there's the cleansing raindrops. The moments where you realize that nothing is ever as bad as you think it is. Where you learn to leave the past in the past and just look forward to a new beginning. 

If you're wondering what all that was about. It's what I think my mind would be like if I drew it out. Just something in Lit class that triggered this.