After the rain, before the sun,
we wonder which
way the weather
will turn. It’s hard
to say if the clouds will clear or
how much light they
will let in. And
so we wait, caught
in between, watching the slowly
shifting light for
any sign of
what is to come.
JDG
aholdingplace 
A beautifully captured metaphor for life!
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Just clicked on after bringing up my “next six hours” radar projection, trying to decide whether the weather makes this an Ice Cream Day at Maymont or not. Still “in between”, wondering what’s to come. Love the poem.
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love the alliterations!
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