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Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning. A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window. The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the Stark, midnight concrete. Inlaid with the tears: Of college students, Business professionals, Homeless wanderers. The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water. A man driving We are always in a rush He hits the puddle who hits The little old lady Our destinations become blurred As the torrential downpour ensues. People, including me, COMPLAIN GRUMBLE No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street. But sometimes, maybe, the clouds in a storm bring Peace, maybe Clarity, maybe Presence. It may be. Sometimes there’s a rainbow Look for that.
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Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
Raindrops tear on barren desert wasteland
Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning. A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window. The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the Stark, midnight concrete. Inlaid with the tears: Of college students, Business professionals, Homeless wanderers. The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water. A man driving We are always in a rush He hits the puddle who hits The little old lady Our destinations become blurred As the torrential downpour ensues. People, including me, COMPLAIN GRUMBLE No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street. But sometimes, maybe, the clouds in a storm bring Peace, maybe Clarity, maybe Presence. It may be. Sometimes there’s a rainbow Look for that.
#rainydays#sad#silverlining#staypositive#digdeeper#peace#clarity#desert#rain
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Mysocalledlifesequence
23/F/Phoenix, Arizona
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
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