In the Rain Museum

In the rain museum, some are swept away by storms. Lives shattered by shards of lightning sharpened by horror and ruin. In the rain museum, some are touched by liquid hallelujahs. Awesome soul awakenings in cathedrals of thunder. In the rain museum, storm clouds can be seeds of green and grace. But for leaves already gone, nothing is more somber than the song of rain too late.

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