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September 23, 2012

On These Rainy Days

The full-grown twigs were whispering
“Let it go”
I snooped around the leaves
My mouth was unbolted
Pulled out nothing, but breath
Then the beat of the soft voice were getting expeditious through my ear
“Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!”
I felt cheesed off until one more voice came along
I questioned where it spread out from
Becoming aware of how the voice grew to a great quantity
Out of the blue, the sprinkled water were drawing closer my space
Thus I grasped the origin of those additional voices
They were from several drops of drizzle in the sky
They were murmuring continually
“Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!”
I was frantic with fear for a second time
So I gave myself courage to have some words
“What? What I have to let go of?”
The trees and the rain answered back in harmony
“Your worry and he"