Ode to November

November rains are not the same as in July or May.

My problems now are not the same as they were in my twenties.

The important thing is, I'm telling myself, be ready for anything at all times.

And when you lose — meaning you don't win — don't get bitter.

Be like the sun, that after a gloomy day comes out again.

Let the wind toss your hair into a frenzy of flailing leaves.

Be ready to accept the rain with gratitude, as if you were a soil, extending out to each molecule of water and making the most of what it has to offer.

Be like the seedling full of anticipation; never mind November,

Be ready to explode into bright colors when it's your time.

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