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