The storm gathers as I walk home. Already it’s raining hard somewhere. I can see it happening from here. The way the clouds seem to dissolve and pour down like troubled milk. I like this kind of weather. Reminds me of a quote I once read: Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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