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Alone as I sit beneath the downpour of all Life's uncertainties, I watch as they consume me and dampen my soul with all the fear of 'what's next? ' The thunder rumbles and the lightning teases as if to say, 'back down and quit'. And though my knees are a tremble my curiosity of what's beyond the storm pushes me forward and gives me strength to put one foot in front of the other. The rain beats down upon every inch of who I am and at the very threshold of my despair... I realize that the rain has given me a beat to dance to and only I can choose whether or not I shall dance and overcome, or sit and watch as the music becomes the torment of my soul. And at that moment... I stand. And now the rain is no longer a force against me and instead of dampening my joy, it cleanses my soul. And I dance. With each step I become more aware that even though the rain is constant and sometimes cold, it has shaped me through time into the person... and the rock that I am now. And though the rain relents not, I will dance and become the artwork of Life's music.
Catlin L. Crawford
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