Date Poem: Thursday, November Ninth, Two Thousand And Seventeen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (39065)
Petaluma, California
November 9, 2017 4:22pm CST
The storms come, and
Nearly destroy us, sometimes, it seems.
Never must I forget
That with storms come
The rain;
And the rain cleanses-- and I will come out
Stronger and cleaner in heart when the storm ends.
© Stacey Uffelman 11-9-17
(Photo: The color of the sky was really pretty this morning, even though the photo above is one of the blurry ones).
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