the two sides of life

lifes a thunderstorm
a negative stupid rumble
hovering above one's head
sometimes the rumbles quiet
silent, somehow not too unfriendly
and your ok just sitting with the rumble hovering
not too dominantly above your head
atleast it's not intruding violently into your sacred space
high up in the sky, agitating your ears
threatening to find itself within your one and only mind
yes life is like a thunderstorm
it sounds a bit silly but its true
a grumble, a rumble, annoying noises
which you never asked to hear
do you know how wrong this is?
life like a hovering thunderstorm
a rumble and a grumble
not sitting helpfully by your side
like a loving flower friendly and dear
sunshine shining, luckily looking down at you
the lucky one, the lucky one's
showered, blessed, living with a gentle ease
this is life, there are two parts of life
a rumble , a grumble, loud noises and piercing harsh cracks
sunshine, gentle flowers and a loving light
two opposites, two sides of a magnet
some are pulled in by the positive side
others receive the negative end
plagued with sad negative rumbles
two sides of the same magnet
but two opposing temperaments of weather
i've never liked the thunder, the rumbles or the grumbles
negative noise is like pain to my sensitive soul
the weather in the sky pushed its way inwards
and too often made me miserable too
i became the sad noise in the sky
a stormy cloud walking along wandering why
why i can't be under the sun more of the time
do not get me wrong , there are times when i feel more of the sun
but if i could speak one sentence , a word to describe my life
this word would be sad rumbles and stupid grumbles