Hearing a Corella cry as it flies across grey skies, Anticipating the squall, clear showers of life. Gutters flow from Heaven to Earth, giving birth to clean growth.
The sudden green as parched soil erupts with change. A fresh day, sun rays, lines of pinks or orange, pale to bright blue, herald the new; a promise of happiness to come.
Painting walls, making beds, cooking meals together. Taking note of all the colours in our lives, remembering that single white Corella, we still watch the storm, together.
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