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The Sun of My Rainy Days


My world often gravitates into a dark side of the universe, sinking deep into that darkness without any light, moon, sun or stars. It plunges my atoms and matter into a black hole that slowly shrinks my anatomy and all its life, but he's an unexpected incident that happens in those moments. There is the sun that comes when my weather forecast predicts rain. He breaks my gravity and his orbit collides with my planet's core. He is as hot as the summer days, as shiny as a star, his shine brings light to my planet and my cells and atoms feel alive again. There was never a forecast, and it will never be. He will always come and trigger a generalized earthquake in all the corners of this planet, and I must say that I love when he appears from nowhere, to bring happiness into my life.

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