Dim light leaches through the blinds,
reminding me of last night’s storm.
I don’t need the window to see
the brightening, pink-tinged clouds.
Before opening the door, I know
the smell of fresh-washed soil.
Even in the desert, it rains; even
on a moonless night, the sun shines
somewhere, for someone.

Via #DailyPost and #dVerse


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