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EVER STOP? "I wonder if it will ever stop raining?" Raining in the yard; raining in my soul? Raining in the yard is not so bad; it just makes wet and drear. Raining in my soul makes wet, from my tears, and drear, known only to my life. The earth absorbs its rain, nourishing its life and growth; what can absorb my tears? I pretend that my smile will absorb my sadness, but it merely disguises it. I want to try to use the water from my tears and the energy gleaned from my sadness to nourish my growth and life--I am sure that at this rate, there will be enough to go around! Meanwhile, "I wonder if it will ever stop raining."
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