The rain was cold and jaded,
reflective of my mood,
that spark of joy not satisfied;
grey the sun did burn.
There was no way of standing,
which kept me truly dry,
and so we wept in unison;
nothing brought a smile.
There was in chilled ablution,
a cleansing of the soul,
washing through of misery;
the heavens made me whole.
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Sometimes cleansing can feel miserable at first but it also wakens something up inside perhaps...like a cold shower changing the energy within
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the heavens made me whole.
Great ending Roslyn! How appropriate that the cleansing of the soul is a cause for rejuvenating the self with help of Providence above!
Hank