“It’s 3.30 in the morning, not a soul in sight, the city’s looking like a ghost town on a moonless summer night. Raindrops on the windshield, there’s a storm moving in. He’s heading back from somewhere, that he never should have been, and the thunder rolls”.
Garth Brooks – When the Thunder rolls
That was the song I thought of when I stood staring outside on the day “Hurricane Arthur” was passing through this area. I am not sure why I woke up around that time, but I stood at my window watching the rain pound against the sidewalk.
I love watching the rain coming down, the trees swaying to the strong gusts of wind, no one else out there, just me, my thoughts and the rain.
Unfortunately my thoughts turn to the recent sadness or heartbreak I had to deal with. I am no longer consumed by those thoughts, but yet on this particular day, my mind flashes back in time to a day where we watched the thunder and lightning strike and the conversation we had on that particular spring day.
As I sit here trying to type this post, my mind is blank now. So much pain and hurt has passed that I find myself immune to thoughts of him. It no longer hurts me or pains me. I no longer want to think about the person I thought I knew, because I never really knew him, he wasn’t the person I thought him to be.
I had put him on this pedestal I had built, only to have him fall off it, in my eyes. People change and most often we see different sides to them, but this was nothing like I expected. Despite his apology for what he did, there is no turning back, once its done, it is done. Some hurts don’t go away with a sorry.
Time has moved on and I realize things happen for a reason and every action has made me a stronger person and a better person. Like the saying goes “the best revenge you can take is not to be like your enemy”.
Right now I might be lost for words, but this song says a lot of what I want to say.