There’s a spark beginning to burn, a flame flickering to life in the depths of my soul. It ignites feelings in my heart, a warmth that spreads and envelops me in its comforting embrace. It rushes through me like claps of thunder, echoing in the chambers of my being, shaking me to my very core.

I can feel the rain as it falls, a gentle patter at first, then turning into a torrent, a deluge of emotions washing over me. It cleanses me, washing away my grief, my pain, my sorrow. It purifies my spirit, leaving behind a clean slate, a fresh start, a new beginning.

The storm rages on, but I stand strong, basking in the cleansing power of the rain. It gives birth to a new life within me, a rebirth of my spirit, a renewal of my soul. I emerge from the downpour, reborn, refreshed, and ready to embrace the world with open arms.

In 1990, when I received my diploma, it was raining, and I was overjoyed after enduring a very challenging time at college.

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