This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Augustana chapter.
Praying for
When raindropsÂ
Become a thunderstorm
When the baby birdÂ
Leaves its nest
When the elementsÂ
Are in chaos
And still
They do not fret
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When the lightningÂ
Becomes the bright string
That your sunken eyes follow
Across the dim sky
When the muddy ground
Invites you to sink into it
Let yourselfÂ
Do not be shy