Ted KooserWhen she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.
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There are some things that you know will happen, but can’t imagine that they will ever happen to you. I always thought that the thunderstorm was the only thing in the world that could destroy me. Well, it did, and here I am.
Source: Braided Creek
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