The night grows nearer,
The rain pounds harder,
The wind blows fiercer.
The sky,
Blackening into hatred,
Hardly seen through the dirty grey of the clouds.
The rain,
Pelting down onto the Earth,
As if it were a million little spears from Heaven.
The wind,
Howling through the trees,
Trying to tear down everything in it's way.
The noise of Hell continues,
Tearing away at my soul,
Ripping it to pieces.
The night continues,
The storm rages on,
Deafening my thoughts.
Is this fate?
Are the drops of rain tears?
Are they meant to mean something more?
The night continues,
Dawn drawing near,
The strom passing.
The sky,
Turning pink,
As if with renewed Hope.
The rain,
Coming down softer,
As if to bring Love.
The wind,
Lightly blowing through the trees,
Playing with Nature.
The morning breaks through,
Heaven in true form,
On the horizon.
How more lovely could a morning be?
Are we not supposed to smile after a frown?
How happy is the renewed Joy in my heart!
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If any of you are hoping for me to return to writing my entries the same as I did a long time ago, I apologize.
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