Grief

“What is Grief?” asked my soul. I didn’t know the answer to this riddle, So, I went on a quest. Some said it’s like “ink drenching the paper.” Some said it’s like “a cat catching a mouse.” Some said it’s the emptiness of the soul. My mind twirled and did a back flip. Then I saw the rain clouds bringing gloominess to the earth. I uttered some words, and they got lost in the wind. “Grief is like gloomy clouds after the rain; it stays for some time,but sunshine will touch the earth sooner or later.”