This was inspired by George Harrison's "Blow Away". I don't like smoke. One day years ago, there was smoke from a fire, which I couldn't stand. Then, one morning, the sky was still not blue, but it was clouds instead of smoke (all the smoke was gone), and it rained that day. I felt like I was experiencing something wonderful and holy. I refound God temporarily. I hope it may happen again very very soon. This poem isn't finished, but I hope to finish it. In the meantime, I don't want to lose it.
