The rain sprinkled lightly. The clouds seemed to cry softly for me. I could hear light thunder in the far distance. As it came down, the crackle sound it made rang through my ears like a whisper. I could feel myself grow weaker and weaker with ever passing moment that went by.
I looked at the window. The rain glided across it and caressing the glass. The harder the thunder hit, the more the clouds weeped. I could almost feel the air. As I take my last breath, I start to remember. I start to remember the past. I also start thinking about the future I wish I could have.
The thought of my life being cut short, all because of an illness no one can control. It makes me sad. It makes me feel weak. However, I will be gone soon. And once I'm in the kingdom in the clouds, I'll be as strong as I once was. I'll be strong, like what my future self would have been. I will be happy, even at this last moment.