I kept the window open, but no rain came in, just the smell of damp earth and fresh cut grass. The water patterned on the roof and leaves of the tree just outside. It got harder. I closed the window but continued to listen. It was beautiful, the way the sun shone on one side of the fence, but on the other, a dark cloud rained down its sorrow upon the earth, and in its sadness it brought forth new life. New beauty.

Sometimes the grass looks greener after the tears dry.


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