Raindrops
It’s a win for all of us who’ve been hurt. The raindrops outside my window. Are they streaks of water, or are they angels’ tears? Angels crying for us? It can only benefit us. Even if it washes onto street corners and into gutters, the supernatural things still cried for us. And sometimes rainbows appear in the sky and on the streets, in oily/watery formations. Another happy moment, another victory.
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