Tonight she left us... In the middle of the night she passed to say her last goodbye in the form a short rain right in the middle of the dry season. Wind blew the leaves on the garden she played as the plants celebrated the long awaited rain. That first rain that comes as a carrier of life, telling the trees to start blooming, the cicadas to awake from their sleep, grass to sprout.
Today was a sad day for me, but someone up there just got a new best friend and is celebrating.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Tonight she left us... In the middle of the night she passed to say her last goodbye in the form a short rain right in the middle of the dry season. Wind blew the leaves on the garden she played as the plants celebrated the long awaited rain. That first rain that comes as a carrier of life, telling the trees to start blooming, the cicadas to awake from their sleep, grass to sprout.
Today was a sad day for me, but someone up there just got a new best friend and is celebrating.
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