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The cold wind gusted, howling through the leaves.
Standing there alone on my bare feet,
I looked upon the sky,
Gloomy, white and gray, without the sun’s ray.

The rain had already stopped for a while.
The brisk wind died down eventually.
Once again I looked upon the sky,
And saw the dark clouds moved ever slightly.

Slowly, they drifted apart.
And as my heart began to beat fast,
The sunlight shined at last,
Through the parting white clouds.

I heard the sound of the leaves,
Rustling in the warm breeze,
As the clouds were broken by the golden light,
That turned the blue sky once more bright and lovely.

— Petra