wind, rain, and war

The wind is fierce tonight. It moves with heightened velocity through the trees, as they bend to its will.

The rain doesn’t soothe. It seems to cry, to mourn.

The world is broken. It's at war with itself.

And I pray for the wind to calm down, for the rain to stop, the war to end.

I sit in silence, waiting, wanting, hoping. How can we heal, I ask.

What will it take to get past the anger, the pain, to get to a place of renewal.

What is the wind but a manifestation of the anguish. The rain, but collective tears.

We have lived in fear for so long. Perhaps it's grief.

It's time to move forward.

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