Thunder groans through a grey streaked sky. Ominous dark, shoulders in.
Rain. Drenching summer rain.
It’s like that sometimes. Life: cloudy skies and threatening storms, a seemingly endless pouring rain. And just when one storm passes another rolls in behind.
We watch. We wait. We crash like lightning.
Sometimes no matter what we do, no matter what we say, the rain comes.
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