Recollection

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

Amalie@kua

VT

15 years old

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