I woke up to the sounds of cascading tears of the sky. The soil had been craving for life when the weather was on high fire. The sky must have heard the grievance. Blessed Sunday today; prayers were answered, little buds began sprouting, and wilting grass could stand upright. The dehydrated soil had drunk up much of what it needed most. Energy could be felt everywhere, another cycle of life began.
Life is beautiful!
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