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