AUTUMN RAIN
I HEAR THE RUMBLING OF LIFE ECHO LIKE A THUNDERSTORM AS IT TREMBLES THE GROUND UNDERNEATH ME.
THE SMELL OF FRESH RAINWATER IN THE AIR IS INTOXICATING, AND THE SOUND OF THE POORING RAIN SOOTHES MY SOUL.
THE DEDICATION AND ATTENTION TO DETAIL THAT GOD HAS FABRICATED WITH NATURE IS A MASTERPIECE, AND TAKING IN ALL THIS BEAUTY GIVES ME A MODICUM OF PEACE.
WHAT WOULD LIFE BE WITHOUT ITS BEAUTY AND ALLURE AND THE QUEST FOR PEACE AND FULLFILMENT?
PART OF THE JOURNEY IS ABOUT THE DIFFERENT SEASONS AND THE WEATHER THAT COMES WITH THEM.
EVERY EXPERIENCE CULTIVATES A BETTER VERSION OF MYSELF, SO WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGE, I'M MORE ADAPTIVE TO THEM.
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