"Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary."
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I was sailing...whistling, happy, not a care in the world. The gentle ocean breeze was caressing me; the fishes in the sea swimming along, as I sailed lazily. Life was good. Oh, pitty day, as Lady Cess would say. Then out of the blue skies loomed dark clouds. The sea turned choppy; tossed me and my boat up and down, side to side with the heave of the swells and the waves. With it went my tummy, upset as ever. It tumbled and grumbled and I ran to the nearest loo. The wind and rain came. I began to have the shakes; and at times I walked like a zombie; ate tasteless food, and didn't know where to go or who to turn to. Quietly I yelled for help. Someone heard me...someone from the shore tossed me a buoy, a small lifeline. It was help, it was hope.
The rain turned to drizzle and the wind to a gentle breeze. Soon it was calm again. My tummy, however, would churn each time the storm would come to my mind. The trips to the loo have somehow become infrequent...which was a relief.
Days have gone since then. However, there are still dark clouds hovering above, but sail I must go.
"Hey, wake up! You're having a nightmare."