When it rained, I used to sit by the window and watch the cars pass by
If I was lucky my cat, Striker, would come and sit on my lap
I always cherished those moments as the world seemed to daunting then
It seemed like I could jump over whatever hurdle was in my way
I fully believe I never would have gotten where I am today without those quiet moments.
And now I’m here in this moment, once again with you
Though it's not raining, and your not on my lap
Now, I don't sit by the window when it rains anymore.
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DVWG Poet Aedan Von Weckmann