Deep calls to deep. The oceans shed a layer to the atmosphere. And the heavens take up the invisible. As we sit and watch with our naked eyes at the sun, it turns a funny shade of something filled with sorrow. but there is joy in the power and the majesty that parts the sea. I stand in awe of the sound of thunder. And the million shades of grey that collapse as a blanket over the earth.
somewhere there is a hound running. panting heavily for the moisture that comes freely flowing down to the hood of my car. and who am I to sit and wonder about where these tiny pellets began their journey? what small piece of myself ever was able to grasp the eternity in one single drop of rain?
there is nothing ever as simple as a rainstorm. how glorious. how deep. and how beautiful is the care placed into a passing shower?
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