A Storm is a Blessing

Listen to the thunder.

It's as loud as my heart beat when I'm missing you.

Listen to the rain.

It's falling as quick as my thoughts flow from my mind.

Look at the sky. 

The clouds are clearing and the sun is illuminating

Just as our cloudy time apart will be filled again by sunshine and blue skies and happy days.

Touch the moist ground after a storm.

The ground is nurtured and the grass is growing faster than ever.

We've been rained on, but now we're nurtured. 

We grow every day as we miss one another every minute of the day.

We'll be fresh, new, joyous, and even wiser when we meet again

Just as a community rebuilds to be stronger and newer than ever after a storm. 

The End

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