I'd stored up cloth, waiting for the perfect weather.
A promising sun showed on the horizon, so I got to washing and spinning.
The thick fabric defiled the weather to retain its moist.
I could leave it all night long for the night's cool touch.
The season had'nt decided to exchange with another.
I stared through the window at the dawn rain.
If the drops would stop at a sun blast, I did not know.
My strides from the window found strength in the certainty of a sun brightened sky, even in this season.
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