the sky, blue and whitecrashes into melike waves above my headand I heard the soundof cymbalslooking up, an Angelstaring back at me proclaimed -this is the day The Lord has madethe sun after a stormis all that I can promise
The thunder was the drums. Who was the angel? Some storms leave behind beauty some a big mess. The sun will rise in the east and set in the west. Good job once again.
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