Cleansed

After the storm clears
and there’s nothing left
but dew…

The dissipating clouds will
let the sunlight peak through.

A golden glow
will cast its’ way to
the ground…

Creating an amber filter
upon all that surrounds.

And as the raindrops
evaporate off the
window panes…

The day will carry on
with all that remains.

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