Mo(u)rning.

I put my poem Raindancer on here awhile ago, and it disappeared. Let me locate it. Here. Here it is.

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I am a raindancer,
Forever twirling, swirling, spinning underneath a maddeningly grey sky.

Hiding beneath the skin of a quiet girl with a quiet life
Is an untamed storm;
Flying high above the rooftops of this godforsaken town
Is an untamed storm;
Sailing with the wind,
Singing with the angels
That's where I will be.
An untamed storm within an untamed storm;
That's what I will be.

Lift me up and let me go
Watch me fly, fly, fly
To the horizon
My arms straight out
My face turned to the only place I want to go:
Up.

It is only when the deafening roar of angry gods rips the sky apart
In a chaotic mess of thunder that I can be me.
It is only when fragments of heaven fall to the ground
In shards of blinding light that I can truly be free.

I am a raindancer,
Forever twirling, swirling, spinning in the streets of this city.
I am a raindancer,
Waiting for you to set me free.

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The angry red lines under "raindancer" are telling me it's not a word. The angry red lines are more wrong than they will ever know.