Chapter 4
Rain on Heavy Petals
Rain falls hard like tears I hide, beads of sorrow on each side — washed clean but standing tall, holding love through it all.
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Grey clouds gather low and block the sun,
sudden showers before the day is done —
drop after drop, cold and sharp and fast,
weighing my gold until it bows at last.
Each bead that glistens holds a memory:
of words unkind, of nights I cried alone,
of promises that melted in the mist,
of heavy burdens on my heart laid down.
But rain feeds life as much as sun and light;
it washes dust and weariness from sight.
I let it fall, let sorrow have its hour,
then lift my head with fresh and growing power.
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