She sat beside the open window in a meditative trance listening; watching the pitter patter of drops descending from the sky. No other sound exists. No other scene deserves her attention more than this. A smile plays upon her lips.
pitter patter plop, pitter patter plop
Charcoal clouds move past depositing the droplets upon the earth dampening everything but her soul. She loves the rain; the cleansing effect it has upon her. She views it as a chance to shed the hurt and ugliness. Another chance to start anew as nature intended.
plip plop plip
Nourishing roots, Encouraging growth, Releasing the beauty within.
She looks to the earth for inspiration on a life well lived.
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