I've been floating on this cloud for a while now. I laid back, relaxed and just enjoyed my view of heaven. Life was filled with joy and happiness for so long. But then I hit some turbulence. I thought it was nothing an ignored it. I didn't even notice the shift in the wind or the darkening of my surrounding clouds until it was too late. My cloud was descending back to earth and there was nothing I could do to maintain the momentum. I tried all I knew to do to stay afloat. But it was to late. My cloud was falling apart. It was falling to the earth as rain, and could no longer hold my weight. I knew the fall might be coming so I braced myself for a hard landing. But I hoped and prayed, by the grace of God himself my cloud would reform. That it would return to its former glory and I could return to my view of heaven. But I hit the ground hard. Broke every part of my being. Thought I would be prepared for the impact but I guess there isn't enough preparation in the world for that kind of fall. So now I'm laying on the ground broken. I can no longer see heaven from down here, I can only close my eyes and try to remember what it was like. But its hard to picture those sunny days, when that same cloud that once lifted me so close to heaven was now raining on my mangled remains. So it seems for now those rainy days I knew before I began to float have returned.