The clouds that circled where the ravens flew were as dark as onyx. The clouds showered a rain that would chill even the toughest mountain climbers to their cores. They would shake and beg to return inside to warm by their fires. But the winds that howled in harmony with the wolves, would not be so merciful. The winds would claim small, harmless pebbles.. and turn them into the stones that slew Goliath. But as the winds grew stronger, and the rain swelled, not even David would have been able to stand in the way of rolling destruction.

As the hours pass, one would begin to see the sun. Peeking cautiously from behind a cloud, as if testing to see if it were safe to begin shining once more. The sun would smile and bounce, as it was no longer locked away from the earth it so dearly loved to shower in warmth. It would commence singing for the birds, waiting desperately for their sweet reply. But it would never come. The song of the birds and the howling of the wolves, the flapping of the ravens wing and the warm crackle and pop of the fire was gone. And what lay in there stead was nothing but lonely quite.

The silence that filled the air was shackles around the throat. Choking and violence, terrifying and full of new anguish. But if someone were to stop. To stop struggling against the chains of silence, and press their ear to the sloppy earth, they would hear life as it once was. They would hear the worm squirming among the roots. They would hear a seed popping open with the promise of new life. A new beginning.

Just because there is a storm, filled with sadness and hardship, does not mean it is the end. It is part of the story of your life. The climax you must face to see another day. And by the time you see the words “The End” flashing across the screen of your life, the sun will have gained its confidence and walked you hand in hand back to the light.

There will always be storms. But just behind that storm, waiting impatiently, is the dawn of a new beginning.