The rain that comes from the clouds
Does not belong to the clouds.
The sorrow that comes from our ancestors
Does not really belong to anyone.
So let’s open wide the windows.
Listen. Do you hear the meadowlark?
— Susan Hadler
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The rain that comes from the clouds
Does not belong to the clouds.
The sorrow that comes from our ancestors
Does not really belong to anyone.
So let’s open wide the windows.
Listen. Do you hear the meadowlark?
— Susan Hadler
