Every Mushroom Cloud Has A Silver Lining

The bomb was dropped,
The earth shook,
The dust settled,
I'm still standing.

I look back now on the path well trod. A bleak city-scape with dilapidated buildings in varying shades of grey lining the street on both sides. It looks like a prison. No wonder it was a turbulent year.
Then I look ahead. The clouds part, and the sun blazes in a bright blue sky, reflecting the dew on each single blade of grass. I edge forward, taking uneasy steps at first, but becoming more confident until i find myself almost striding. It's a good feeling, a warm feeling. I just hope it lasts.

As a clap of thunder roars behind me, I turn on my heels, and am almost blinded by the lightning that strikes. Don't make me go back there.