Thunder rumbles.
The ominous sky rolls and twists,
The trees grip the earth with all their might.
A flash
And the storm unleashes.
The world is ripped apart.
Changed.
And above it all
The sun shines.
Time sees the changed world resettle.
New growth.
New opportunities.
There is before the storm.
And there is after the storm.
And all the while
The sun shines.
The leaden clouds weigh down,
Dark.
Brooding.
Silently the tears fall.
The release is a relief,
Today it is simply rain.
And I know above it all
The sun shines.
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