@brittarnhild
I walked out in the garden.
The rain had made everything fresh, lush, green, vivid.
The red leaves on the Japanese Maple drink greedily.
Raindrops.
A whole universe.
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The drops can easily be tears of regret.
Regret of friendships lost.
Instead I let them be tears of joy.
Joy for love and friendship given.
