The Promise

Last evening, my hometown was swallowed in a brief, but mighty, summer rain. I wasn’t home, but, driving from the literature class I teach, I discovered the storm’s work: wet ground, large puddles, fallen tree limbs. I also saw clouds, huge clouds, and a grand sun that almost seemed to purposely part the grey. 

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