Some say that a person's life can be described as a sky. Clouds come and go - just like people,  events, emotions, nd love. Love especially. It comes nd you never think that you've seen anything more beautiful and glorious - but you find out how bad it is too late. The pain may come quickly  or slowly and drawn out, either causing extreme pain.

Love is like...  stormy thunder cloud. It approaches at its own speed, growling and rumbling.  Soon it is upon you, andyou get showered with cold, paingul, fear inducing dops - one. Drop. At a time. And to finish it off, you get struck by lightning. It looks glorious as you watch it come down, until it strike. You by filled with pain and betrayal - you expected it to be pleasant! Most, though, make it through and log the rest of their life with the scars. Others are not as lucky - they are killed by the very force they embraced.

A ray of sunshine can represent a good thing in your life. Say, a fun time or some joy you had.  The sun itself can be your most influential parent,  th moon the other.

For people who are missing one, their life cycles are wonky.  Half of the day would be bright with sunshine the other half empty of any kind of light. The reason that parents re the sun and moon is because they light show the world to you. Without any, only the stars - other family and friends members - can help illuminate the world, but cant do it nearly as well as the sun or moon.

A fluffy, white cloud can be described as closely to a small, insignificant thing that only blots out the sunshine for a short time,  and not very much - for example, a rude person at school or work. A huge storm can change the world, and therefore I similar to a huge event. In someone's life. Example, a death."

As Nana stopped speaking of urban legends and deep thoughts,  her chair stopped rocking and she gazed upon the fai skinned child in her arms. Though her skin sagged and wrinkled, the young girls was young and smooth, and her deep brown eyes met Nanas pale green ones. Whilst the girl hair was a dirty blond at the tips and a bbeautiful brown darkening towards the tips, Nanas was Whisp thin and white.

The six year old child in her arms smiled, and nodded.  "I understand, Nana! I love you, but may I go play now?" 

Chuckling, Nana nodded and waved her hands to dismiss her. "Yes, yes Emilie of course! Go on and have fun, now." She watched The child lope away, skipping off the porch and heading to the brown tabby cat.

Nana clicked with her tounge and shook her head. "Poor thing, to suffer so much already and she doesn't even know it."