On Monday, joy takes the stage and translates to a beaming smile.
On Tuesday, the forecast reads for a cloud of doubt, but no one notices a thing.
On Wednesday, the cloud is overhead.
On Thursday, it begins to pour as pain sets in.
On Friday, the calm in the storm hits, a sinking euphoria felt in the air.
On Saturday, all hell breaks loose; you don't know if you will survive.
On Sunday, you force yourself to forget. After all, the weather is just the weather.
Monday. It starts over again.