Boldly I wear my tear stained glasses while standing amid the falling rain. I look up to find hope within the warm rays within the sun. The tears of the sky mingle with my own and begin making their own pathways on skin of my face. I see nothing but clouds, however I have faith that alas the sun will shine and the dirty water will soon disapate. My tears will dry leaving a residue of alarmingly crusty white marks, but who cares because my smile will once again be reborn. But for now, I will embrace and equipt myself before the inevitable times the rain attempts to weigh me down. I will lift my head high all while wearing my tear stained glasses. After the storm had come and passed, the rain's weather residue left nose sniffiling winds. An eerie resonance feeling of a hard won victory can be felt through the hanging humidty in the air. I began to reflect on previous obstacles the storm presented before me and instatly began re-live how one by one I encountered and defeated those challanges issued by the Mother Nature. The alarmingly crusty white teared residue on my face are my asthetically beautiful trophies of the difficult accomplishments I had to endure. So now, with a smile on my face I can proudly wear my tear-stained glasses.
