Our lives: a collection of moments we cannot forget.
Or the storms - would be - for nothing.
Each drop: a memory. Tending to slip, falling into the deepest chasms beyond recollection. Seeping into where no light penetrates.
Each storm: breaks us apart. Rains that rip, invite lightning to crack the sky to shreds. With winds that whisk away even the calmest of spring drizzles.
Each rainbow: the moments that make us whole again. The gentle cascade drenching a thirsty drought.
But before I release the downpour, remember:
The thunder will wilt
The rainbow will blossom
Feel the rain along the way
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