echoing thunder and electric air bring heavy showers
clapping in time with the pulse of a heart
tears saturated with the sound of laughter gather in puddles
where children can play
and dragonflies wisp and butterflies dream
It will all be okay, it will. I don’t know how, but I do know it will be okay. It may not be what we all think it should be, but it will be...
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