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Your Own Weather
I packed you an umbrella.
You left it by the door.
All afternoon the rain found you,
and still you came home laughing.
I am learning, daughter,
that protection is not the same
as keeping the sky away.
You left it by the door.
All afternoon the rain found you,
and still you came home laughing.
I am learning, daughter,
that protection is not the same
as keeping the sky away.