Stained Windows

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Falling slowly.

Covering the world

With its bleakness and

Clouding my clear mind in

Its obscurity. Turning bright days

Gloomy as my windows are dabbled

With uncertainties that stains my views.

However, as the rain falls, it washes away

Mud, the dirt, and the sins. It cleanses our

Souls and wipes away the stained glass,

Making the vision outside crystal clear.

The rain has ended, but it will return.

It will always be fierce and heavy,

But there will always come a

Day where the skies will be

Clear and hope will be in

View like a rainbow.


Image of April Showers

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