Rain and Fire

Rains have started to come. Summer is over. The wind is cold, the sky is overcast. I always like to think that I am a rainy day type of person. But then, I cannot escape my true self. I like the sun, it gives me energy, power. I feel quite sad when it rains. I feel restrained, trapped, like somebody is dousing the fire out of me.

But then, a part of me is very defiant. Explosive power of fire waiting to be unleashed. I let no one or nothing come between me and victory. Victory against all odds, including this pathetic, weak, little storm we have now.