Rather Beautiful

Sometimes I am selfish and feel as though too much is asked of me.  Sometimes I am angry and wonder, why me?  Sometimes I am lost and feel very forgotten.

That's when, on nights like these, I look to the sky.  The sky that's covered in thick, rain-laden clouds.  Their burden is heavy; they have a job to do.  Much is expected of them, to replenish all the earth.  Like ours, theirs is no easy task.

But they do it anyway.

Then I think,

Life is hard in a rather beautiful way.