It doesn't matter if a cold, icy rain is falling from the heavens under the control of God; you are still there, telling me your stories. Oh, how I love the calming sound of your voice and the heartwarming beat in your laughter. Like the certain well-known tunes in out favorite Western forte' film, one note is all it takes to life my spirits into the clouds above. And even after it's all said and done, I remain there; perched upon a cloud, smiling widely like a child's porcelain doll. Someday we will have a chance to talk face-to-face again, sitting on the swing set and letting our laughter fill eachother's eyes with tears, until we run out of breath and chose to dance instead. Someday we will mix our skills, and when the cresendo strikes at the breaking point, we shall sit forever and bask in it's calming warmth. God's hands push us closer together day by day, as long as time exists and flows. Togetherness is from the teachings of Christ; shouldn't we experience it...together?
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