sun is a constant

He sat motionlessly on the faithful bench which had accompanied him for most of his retirement years contemplating. Watching the sun rise on the eastern horizon, his eyes scanned swiftly the welkin around the sun’s locality. In a moment, his face ceased and a smile broke across it. He had spotted Venus the ‘morning star’ at its usual position forty-five degree left of the sun. He congratulated himself, musing at his small astronomical feat.

The beauty of the sun rise was going to be short-lived as he watched the ominous clouds gathered rapidly in a distance. Even the brilliant sun, illuminating and ruling his vast universe from faraway, would have to give way to the local menace. He grimaced as he was reminded of how his nephew ruthlessly wrenched away the control of this multi-national company from his feeble hands. That cad had stolen from him his comfortable lifestyle like how the clouds were going to obscure the beautiful sunrise. Helplessly, He watched the grey clouds slowly swallowing up the sun; squeezing the last beam if light to anonymity. He sighed as if he felt his own light being extinguished.

He shifted his attention to the lambs who shared the same greenery as him. They were accustomed to his daily presence since he shifted to the countryside months ago. He looked at his silent companions; frolicking around freely without a care in the world. Poor creatures, he thought, to be not blessed with a superior brain. He continued to observe them for another few minutes and he felt himself wondering. Whilst he pitied their lack of intellectual inability, he pondered. What do they think of me? Probably to them, I just an odd looking lost sheep out-cast by the rest of the normal sheep.

He felt the soft beating of raindrops on his thick woolen clothes. Time to move into shelter. He got on his feet, straightened his back and painfully fought the rheumatism which had plagued him for years as he made his way to the safety of shelter. He made himself comfortable and positioned himself to face the lambs only to find them dispersing. Probably, they had sensed the change in weather too.

For an hour, he sat listening to the soft drumming of the raindrops against the roofs. Occasionally, one or two would escape through the umbrella-like protection and land on his feet. Eventually, the sun still prevails cos it is the only thing constant in this universe.

He thought as he sat through the rain and the first ray of sunlight peeked through from behind the veil of thinning clouds. He flipped opened the papers and on the bottom right hand corner: "Weather Forecast for N0vember: Thunderstorm expected from 9th to 19th November." He sighed again. It will pass..

p.s. Supélec exams period: 9th -19th Nov. coincidence.