03 / 30 / 2020

Rain builds anger, growing colder, harsher, and faster as we continue trudging into the wind.

The rain appears to be warmer as it continues to seep into my jacket. It gave off appearances of fresh, summer rain that always refreshes and leaves the world a greener place.

But this rain is tough. She knows that she is needed, but isn’t yet ready to be welcoming and bring forth rainbows. The world needs her harshness to be able to turn the landscape from a land of browns and grays, into the spring of greens, pinks, and blue skies.

Her time of beauty will come, but for now, she only makes appearances in the grays and moody skies.

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