Singing on the metal roof.
Falling from the sky, each drop of precipitation
Replacing gray with green.
I lay there embracing that symphony.
Feeling renewal's promise.
I stood before the change
As the Cloud Falls swept
From my memory all that has been
The whiteouts, the chill, and the darkness...
Wildflowers rising
Restoring the colorwheel of here...
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