yesterday the rain was unintentionally called out
today it feels like drought
uninformed as to what it truly is about
innately knowing and trusting something deeper which has more clout
acknowledgement of an idea or feeling in the now, and quickly it slides to the past
clouds may come and go, but it is the sunshine which will always last.

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