Healing
Rain comes, bringing with it buried memories,
as I listen to the crack of thunder.
Drops fall on my face while I wait out the storm
and let the pounding of the surf drown out my thoughts.
Afterward, I remain, as mist rises to cover the passage of time,
healing wounds.
All that was stolen slowly returns, and I take control once more,
letting troubles float away on a wild ocean breeze.
I turn to you and offer my chilly hands, and return your bright smile,
as we move forward to our future.
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