Some days
you question whether the rain
will ever end
infinite
waves of water reaching out to oblivion
the ocean
what's a raindrop in that body of water?
nothing.
yet to me
each raindrop
is a wall
between me and spring
the time when all things are born again
fresh
new
and yet
without the rain
can the flowers ever bloom?
what is spring if not for the winter rains?
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