I was wrong.
There is something beautiful in the sky. The clouds.
I understand them. They form in the sky right next to the Sun, but the Sun doesn't want to play with them. The Sun merely scoffs at them like it scoffs at me, and goes along its merry way across the sky, playing with all the other kids. The kids who don't have claws. The kids who aren't called monsters.
So the clouds are all alone, drifting across the sky until they disappear. But sometimes they get angry. Sometimes they get tired of how the Sun shuns them. So they all bunch up together in the sky and blot out the Sun. It's like they're telling the Sun, "If you won't play with us, then we won't let you play with those little brats."
But they don't just blot out the Sun. They get mad and they yell, screaming bolts of white lightning at each other. Just like me roaring at the kids to stop knocking at my door.
But they're also sad. I know they're sad because they cry. They cry their tears down on all of us, forcing us to stay inside, not letting us play with the Sun. Just like me, huddled in the corner of my room, facing my walls. My walls, which are all scratched up from my bouts of anger and my attempts to stave off the noise.
But then the clouds have to relent. They can't cry forever, so they go away and let the Sun back out. Just like the silence. I can't keep away the silence, only drown it for a short time until I'm too tired. Then it comes back out just so it can torture me some more.
Everyone hates the clouds. And the rain. But not me. I love it.
I love the clouds.
And that wraps up this segment! Hope you all have a nice day!