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Forced to Cry My Rain

In an abrupt and unexpected turn of events, the atmosphere around me transformed as the gentle rhythm of raindrops began to fill the air. With each droplet that touched the ground, a profound shift occurred within me, a transformation of emotions that felt like the draining of happiness and the infusion of apprehension. It was as if the rain, with its relentless downpour, carried away every ounce of positivity, leaving in its wake a haunting sense of foreboding.


Simultaneously, a floodgate within me seemed to burst open, releasing an accumulation of tears that had been tightly contained. In this poignant moment, it was almost as if a divine presence were chuckling softly, teasingly, reminding me of the grand orchestrator who held dominion over all aspects of existence. The raindrops themselves took on the role of messengers, conveying the message that this higher power saw and comprehended every nuance of my inner turmoil.


As I stood there, enveloped by the rain, I couldn’t help but feel that the celestial orchestrator was gently reminding me of their sovereignty over my pain. The notion that nothing could remain hidden from this omnipotent entity was both humbling and unsettling, serving as a poignant reflection of the intricate connection between the natural world and the metaphysical realm.

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Founder of KVI Network Creations, I'm an accomplished author, poet, and theologian, bringing a unique blend of creativity and spirituality to my work. A retired combat veteran, I've dedicated my life to both art and service. Feel free to reach out at 401-388-0016.