Water, morning dew.
Rain, a saddening view.
Repetitive pounding against the door.
I wait until it falls no more.
Through the darkness, the gloomy sky
Something there seems to fly.
Soaring courageously in the shower
Like through the snow a small yellow flower
Squinting to make out the figure, I see a bird
Not much bigger than my hand and the color of lemon curd.
The beautiful bird flying in the rain
Free of worries, free of pain.
Its excitement triggers a spark,
And I rush out into the dark
The cold, the howling wind blowing against me
I don't fight, I let it be.
How did I never experience
The summer rain, so glorious
Pouring down all around me
While like a bird, I am free.
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