Rain falls on this dark predawn,
Some are sleeping with washed windows.
Dawn's new day is calling.
On a summer morning,
the starting gate is ajar,
the tea kettle eagerly waiting for anyone
conveniently at hand.
No one is walking below,
winds blow, moisture follows well-marked courses,
collected in our aquariums teeming with fish.
Clear or cloudy days are better for traveling
in Minnesota's lands.
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