On Monday, joy takes the stage and translates to a beaming smile.

On Tuesday, the forecast reads for a cloud of doubt, but no one notices a thing.

On Wednesday, the cloud is overhead.

On Thursday, it begins to pour as pain sets in.

On Friday, the calm in the storm hits, a sinking euphoria felt in the air.

On Saturday, all hell breaks loose; you don't know if you will survive.

On Sunday, you force yourself to forget. After all, the weather is just the weather.

Monday.  It starts over again.