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“Between the Raindrops”
The world is quiet when the clouds
decide to let their stories fall.
Each drop a tiny knocking sound—
a visitor on the window’s wall.
And in the hush between the notes,
a softer music starts to rise:
the breath of winds, the scent of earth,
the silver shimmer of the skies.
If you listen past the rainfall,
past the trembling of the air,
you’ll hear the gentle truths that drift
whenever storms remember care.
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