The Sadness

Often times my sadness is like a Pacific Northwest fall season. The sun is shining. It’s cool, but not cold outside. Everything is good. Then out of the blue it starts to rain. The clouds came in quick, with a vengeance it always seems. They are strong and dark, relentless. They might lighten up for awhile, the rain becoming a light drizzle. At times even drying up for a bit, but always to return. At times a gray drizzly mist, at times a constant soaking downpour. Hours, days, weeks, even months where it doesn’t go away. A heavy blanket of despair. 

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