To my drenched Turtledove.
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Sorry to see you in such a state,through my bedroom window,

Drenched and rather confused by the sudden flush of rain,below.

Surprised by this painful view,tears came promptly down in a row.

There I stood,like so many in this world,witnessing,facing tragedies,

Becoming nummed by what I saw,speechless by the realities,

Of wars,aggressions,deaths,hunger,homelessness,and all lossess.

As I stood glaring at the outside world,I retreaved my reasoning,

Within a short while,our glorious sun,imposed his presence,loving

As usual his smart amazing surprises:now the rain:now the sun.

Us two,little Turtledove,have regained warmth,safety,and conforting

Conditions,thanks to our faithful sun.Sadly the wars are still acting

Destroying our fellow people's dreams before our own eyes,with fun.

Kindred spirit like yourself is difficult to find,Turtledove.

Geneviève.