Who am I?

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The consistent rain and wind do not seem to dull my wondering

The dark clouds of yesterday proved ominous today

But it doesn?t answer my personal inquiry.

And the rain falls at eleven thirty am

And I wonder still why I am wondering thusly

The wind wrestles with the panes of the windows

And I wonder still

But I do know this, I have purpose.

I am not here to be here, but to do, to create, and above all, to love.

The rain will never answer a question,

It will only ask.