No matter how bright you smile. Or how Happy you feel. There‚Äôs always that cloud, above your head. That big, gray, dark, and gloomy cloud. Of a past memory. You can hide under a tree, or an umbrella, or even go inside. To hide from the rain. But that’s all it is, is hiding. And even the times it doesn’t rain, you still feel it. Casting a shadow over your life.