Mondays are just young Fridays


When it rains
                         it pours,
unexpectedly.      While
nourishing flowers and
washing away the filth
and debris
of seasons past, a storm
can also offer a new
              sense of wonder.
There’s a scent to the air
after the rain,
a deluge of personal pain.
   You may find rainbows,
and you will certainly
find puddles.
Keep looking up, but
watch where you step.

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