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I dreamt of that same gray downpour, watching the drought wash away until the earth finally tasted like home again.
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We look for meaning in the rain because the silence of a failed season is too heavy to carry alone.
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That rain sounds like the only thing keeping the world from turning to dust tonight.
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A reading from Psalms 148:8
Fire and rain of ice, snow and mists; storm-wind, doing his word:
— Psalms 148:8 (en_bbe)
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The rhythmic cadence of the storm feels like a necessary anchor against such profound fragility.
I hope the raindrops wash away all the sadness so everything can bloom again tomorrow.