It is a cycle.

Things always happen the way they should. Nobody has the power to exert control over the occurrences. As minute and powerless beings living in the vast universe, we know we can do nothing more about the chaos. So, silently and helplessly, we choose to back off and expect their next visit. We wait. Waiting desperately in a suppressed feeling over the approaching doom. Painfully, it is probably as much we can do about it.

As wind, they come and go. They, sometimes, bring a layer of dirt that covers your territory of domicile, transforming your home into an eyesore so effortlessly. Sometimes, they bring water vapour that is so refreshing, saving you a smile for the day. Whatever they cause and bring along on their visit, a small level of damage is left behind. Corrosion, rusting, deterioration and wear off  are only some minor effects of the entire process might ultimately bring.

Yet, to sit back and observe the process to take place, is by far the most rational way to deal with it. Aint we all eventually learn to accept at the final stage of grief and loss?