Passing Storm

I went out into the woods

An expanse fresh air after rain

Sat on a stone under a pine tree

and pondered my wretched state

The soft winds wafted by

and I was drenched in teary showers

That awoke me from my pondered state

to unseat my chin from my palm.

Like the pining tree

Having been steadfast in the storm

Wept in the soft wind

After the storm is long gone

This too shall pass

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