Rain and Sun, Sun and Rain

This is where things are crazy.
Where the sun meets the rain.
Where the light meets the dark.
Where the heat meets the cool.
Where impossible things happen because, really,
if the sun can shine in the rain,
if the rain can fall in the sun
at the end of the day,
does impossible really mean anything?

This is not where they clash.
Not where the sun and the rain get
into a fight, not where
the sun keeps shining to annoy the rain, not where
the rain keeps raining just to
get on the sun's nerves.

No, this is where they combine:
rain and sun, sun and rain
they are each other,
because at the end of the day,
what's the difference?
At the end of the day, they aren't opposites,
not crazy at all,
just the rain and the sun, the sun and the rain,
just like they always were.

TreePupWriter

VT

16 years old

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