The morning after the thunderstorm
Is like a threshold to salvation
For a heart that has yearned it for long
It’s like nature’s welcome indication.
The morning after the thunderstorm
Must be nature’s way of announcing
That no matter how rough the going gets
It’s never worth the thought of renouncing.
The morning after the thunderstorm
It’s freshness after the fog is lifted
I can physically and emotionally feel
The energy of the greenery rejuvenated.
The morning after the thunderstorm
Tells me all new beginnings are beautiful
And never during a thunderstorm
Give in to what has been painful.
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