Tell Me What You Think About My Short Story

Well... Actually, it's not really a short story, more like a short text. But it was written after a sort of argument with my mom which ended in a not-so-good, not-so-bad state... BUT ANYWAYS, here it is:

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After the Storm...

The waves slowly break onto the shore. The sky is dark and grey. A cold wind is blowing.

I walk along the beach, I stare out into the gloomy distance. All around me I'm surrounded by an atmosphere of somberness and melancholy solitude. I stop walking along the never-ending line of sand and surf. I lift up my head and look around. To my right is the sea which fades uninterrupted to the horizon.

Nobody is around. I feel drained. Cold. As the wind blows I realise that I'm shivering.

There is nothing here for me. I walk on.

Time passes. For how long I don't know.

Finally I see something on the sand. A disturbance in the ever-repeating pattern of yellow grains. I walk closer to it and bend down. It's a container. I open the dull exterior and inside I see a crumpled piece of paper. I unfold it. I read:

"The rain has stopped. Your journey is hard. Stay strong."

I stand up. I look at the sea once more. Somewhere in the distance, a sunbeam seems to pierce the sky for a moment, and a small patch of the waters somewhere far away is lit up. I stare at it for a few seconds, and the clouds roll back over it again, and the light which was there slowly disappears.

I stand gazing at the spot, then stir myself and proceed with my journey.

I continue walking forward, but there is something different. Something seems to have lifted in me.

I think of the paper. Its message. And the sunbeam.

And though I trod on... Slightly, I smile.