You will never be the same person again.
All it takes is one, and forever, you are no longer you.

Maybe now you're dark, cold, and wet; like a thunderstorm in a once crowded village.
Maybe now you're the rainbow that will soon form.

The miserable hail forged from the freezing cold, only soon to wreak havoc and destruction, until it is melted and swept away by the sun, because not even destruction will last forever.

Maybe now you're a cloud, everybody looks up to you, some praise you, judge you, overlook you, and then you're swept away by the wind.