The muddy cotton clouds
that shouted threats of rain —
packed in shouldering crowds,
oh, will they, won’t they drain?
I blinked and they had ripped,
growing a gap of blue.
How quickly fates were flipped,
and sun was shining through.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
love that and the surprises the day brings like this. 🙏
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