Nov 12, 2021
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A Stormy Life
The thunderstorms always pass.
The rain has forcefully burst out of the ominous cumulonimbus clouds overhead like the emotions from my soul.
The water turbulently streams down from the sky, as do the uncontrollable tears from my eyes.
The rain beats fast against the ground and keeps pace with the trepidatious rhythm of my heart.
