the rain woke me up.
it was so loud.
it was just pouring buckets on my roof.
i opened my eyes.
looked at the clock.
the timing was perfect.
the sky was weeping with me.
this morning as i walked thru the puddles
of tears, there was a crispness in the air.
it's both.
puddles and puddles of tears.
and the hope of a new day in the air.
bowing down to her beauty, and the beauty of
the sky...i reach out and hold my day as the
gift that it is.
for all those who have passed in tremendous pain,
i will hold today with all the grace that i can.
i will honor you in the beauty that is in me.
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