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poem submitted to "1486" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor.

RENEW

When I woke it was raining,  
droplets against the glass,  
as if the sky had slipped its guard  
and let its sorrows pass.  

The world felt newly softened,  
washed free of yesterday,  
each drop a quiet messenger  
with something small to say.  

The mountains wore a silver veil,  
the desert breathed deep,  
and every flower bowed its head  
as if it just woke from sleep.  

I flourished in the stillness,  
in the rhythm of the rain,  
and felt the gentle truth of it  
unraveling my pain.  

For storms don’t come to break us~  
they come to make us see  
that even in the darkest hours  
the sky can set us free.  

When I awoke it was raining,  
and somehow I just knew  
that every drop was whispering,  
Begin again. Renew.
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