Sometimes
There's something beautiful
After the rain.
When everything is bathed
In that eerie light,
And you see it all in a way
You've never quite seen it before.
Suddenly
There are colors
In new places.
Places that were once
Only black
Now shine
In that strange new light.
Wet
And mysterious,
And beautiful.
There are colors
In new places.
Places that were once
Only black
Now shine
In that strange new light.
Wet
And mysterious,
And beautiful.
"And the rain will make the flowers grow." ~Eponine, Les Miserables
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