![]() You were the person that turned things right again. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. We’d play all day, only coming back for food and sleep. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. ![]() I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. ![]() But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. ![]()
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