Maybe you see yourself as a dark cloud, but this is how I see it..... Others see the storm coming and they rejoice. They stand with arms outstretched, face to the sky, embracing the welcomed rain. Some might dance in it or run around, playing, jumping in puddles and enjoying what nature has brought, but after a while they realize they're wet and cold. They go to the comfort of their homes, change into dry clothes and cuddle up with a blanket. They still enjoy the sound of the rain drops falling on the roof. They might even occasionally go out to take in the wonderful smells that the rain has brought along. The thing is, people have enough water. They have shelter from the storm. They even have other people to shield them from the sun, if it ever got too hot. They have everything they need. If the storm is around for too long, they begin to feel gloomy and sad. They're ready for the sun to come back, so the flowers will come out and they can carry on with their life. As for me, I've been in a desert for as long as I can remember. I may have started this journey with enough water and supplies to get to the other side, but along the way, people have stolen every last drop I had. Even after I had nothing left, the people who passed me by, beat me down, threw sand in my face and kicked me until I couldn't get up. A few times I saw a puddle up ahead. I used every last ounce of strength I had to reach it, only to find that it was just a mirage. That luscious water I so desperately needed for survival was just a figment of my exhausted, delusional self, in hopes of surviving. After realizing I was never going to find water, I gave up. I just lay in the sand, burning, no longer caring that death is imminent. The unrelenting sun has blistered my entire, naked, dying body. My mouth is filled with sand and I don't care anymore. I'm weak. Too tired to make it. Just as I'm about to let my body shut down and accept my fate, I look up and see a rain cloud in the distance. Hope fills me. The cloud finally reaches me. Before the rain even begins, I feel the relief of the cloud cover from the sun. Finally...., rain drops begin to fall.....I've needed this for so long. I turn my head and open my mouth. I close my eyes and let the water run over me. The rain washes my sand covered body and gives me for what I have so long been needing. I want the storm to hit full force, so my parched body can finally be relieved. This rain cloud quenches my thirst. I not only welcome the rain, but it is necessary for my survival. The longer that cloud is over me, providing me with what I need, the stronger I become. After a long while, I'm able to get to my knees and crawl. I'm able to move forward. The cloud is carried, without its own will, by the wind. The wind may try to blow my cloud away, but I will run, with all of my might, to stay under the comfort of my saving grace. I cannot go back to the scorching earth that will kill me. I cannot be without my cloud. There might be other clouds in the sky, but none, ever, will feel as amazing as the one that saved me. The one that made it so my heart did not stop beating. The one that gave me a fighting chance to make it through. You may be a dark, stormy, gloomy, rain cloud, but that is exactly what I need to survive my journey. You are the reason my heart beats.