Sun Shower

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We are told to rip our clothing, shred it to show the pain of mourning.
But today I tie the yarn she wove around my ankles and remember, lost in an expanse of crystal blue.
Like these fibers flecked with winter sunlight, her strength is brighter still as the grey draws near in the distance and palms whisper nature’s secrets in the breeze.
Soon darkness forms and all is still. The clouds break and pour open as if on cue. We huddle under tents of cotton, feel the water splash on our feet and goosebumps prickle our skin.
The wind howls in bursts, as we brace for the next cascade to leap from above, then below, ice cold.
Then softly, steadily, rays of light creep over the water, quietly glimmering aquamarine. A warm glow rushes over, softly flickering that it’s time. The sun shower has passed.

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