rain was my first clue that winter was coming to a close.
despite having just accepted the fact that my winter would last forever, this rainfall pulled me from those destructive thoughts.
i didn't hold any hope, i knew better than that at this point, but it stirred something inside of me.
maybe winter wouldn't end, but perhaps the weather would be tolerable enough to enjoy.
that was the only thought
that led me through this horrid season.
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i met two seasons
Poeziesome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry
