running out of rain

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Every storm runs out of rain

enfin, PoHE: As the clouds have begun to clear, the numerous blessings in my life are blossoming like spring flowers. I know that they were always present, just below the surface. I am the one who was not ready to look, not ready to notice and acknowledge that even though all these other circumstances were taking place, I was ultimately being cared for. I am ready now. I am ready to step into the sunshine, turning my attention towards the beautiful blossoms already in full bloom and those buds just waiting for a little nurturing to convince them to break free!

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