Weather Forecast
I firmly believe that we gather our own stormy clouds. So it is useless to complain when they break over our heads.
It rained today.
But I am not complaining.
The oldest son didn’t pass the test.
The middle son didn’t care.
The youngest didn’t know a thing.
They called from school.
They called from the bank.
They called from work
But I am not complaining.
I tripped on a shoe.
I stumbled into unwritten letters.
I dropped an earring down the drain.
I sunk into an ocean of questions.
I missed the point.
I cried over spilled milk (and I’ve been doing that too often these days).
And I didn’t win the lottery.
It rained today.
It doesn’t make any sense to be sad because I don’t have an umbrella.
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