Turning the page
I find a new chapter
And it's already bound in better leather
As I read
It's noticed that clouds break
Revealing better weather
The storm no longer rages...
At least not...
On present pages.
The grass glistens
As if wet from dew
The air crisp and cool
There is new growth in this world
New things are noticed
Like beauty After The Rain
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