Summer Comes.
Summer comes.
God made my favourite weather today.
The clouds are dark and ominous as they clutter across the skies, the thunder growls soothingly, and the wind blows through the slit of my windows, bringing along the smell of the sea and rain. It's dark, yet behind the dim facade lies the glaring sun. And at this moment, you feel the sky await in anticipation, the clouds hold their breath, just waiting for Daddy to give the signal.
To pour His showering water across the plain.
To try to clean up and wash away the stains and pain we've engendered on one another.
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I'm taking a break. I think I need some time to reflect and register. To rearrange the people in my life, get to know people that are matters to me, and finally let go of some that I no longer have the heart to understand.
It's time for a well-deserved hiatus.
Summer comes.