It began in the sun, bright and bland and boring.
The scent of the rain in the sky, a night's storm turned to morning.
She began under clouds, low and silver, and unaware.
Her knowledge blossomed, her mind, quietly began to care.
She lived through the storm, wild and bare and thrashing.
Violent rain swirled, she realized her world was crashing.
It ended in petrichor, somber and ghostly and hard to resist.
The calm after rebellious weather, through the midst of it all,
She wondered what would happen if she didn't exist.
fin.
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