Waking before the alarm,
The cats jump and run;
Enticing, and inviting me to rise.
Filling the kettle,
I dry the clothing,
Clouds take what we give,
Giving little, in return.
Just press the red X.
Where will you fly-to,
When you find that you can soar?
The air in your wings.
Some, but that came later, before the Storm.
I love you.
I love you, like the ground loves the rain.
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