Thunder grumbled a giant grumble, rain pounded against sleep.
winds ripped through trees,
cold rain slashed and soaked the city
frayed grey clouds blew through the skies, leaving the wind to dry the world,
shoppers lurched and braced against the wind, holding tightly to packages and bags
today the sun shone warm and bright
as though it had all been a bad dream.
“One thing you can always count on is that
after a dark storm, the sun always comes out.”
~ Greg Dutilly, Many Roads
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