Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Life is like a highway, ever spread out before us. Storms come, blocking our way towards our goals. Some are so intense that we think we cannot survive, But, the highway eventually clears and progress unfolds. No highway is free of obstructions, problems, and obstacles. A soft life is not one that teaches endurance and... Continue Reading →