Uproot Me

I want to be uprooted.

Let the storms rip me from my tethers

and carry me away.

True,

it might feel like chaos.

But it might also

feel like flying.

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Rain

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Rain taps the roof like fingers tapping a shoulder.

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Hey, the rain says.

I’ve got something to tell you.

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Go ahead, rain.

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I’m listening.

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