Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


Mondays are just young Fridays

rainbow

When it rains
                         it pours,
unexpectedly.      While
nourishing flowers and
washing away the filth
and debris
of seasons past, a storm
can also offer a new
              sense of wonder.
There’s a scent to the air
after the rain,
                           following
a deluge of personal pain.
   You may find rainbows,
and you will certainly
find puddles.
Keep looking up, but
watch where you step.
                                                               j.g.l.


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