Rusted tin cottage
filled with happiness
in the middle of a dark,
scary rainstorm.
The rain pours down,
slowly soaking the happiness up,
but the vast amount of contentment
fights back with joy and glee,
bliss and delight.
But the jubilation
goes out.
The world loses
its light.
The storm slows,
being replaced with
light and peace.
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