Adapting 

In a crack between two bricks

I left a message as I was taken away

And Freed from the rooftop 

I was allowed to visit the beach in May

Rain disturbed the strangers

But I was so happy to be free

And as time passed

I forgot the rooftop

And those strangers were much like me

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(Note: I grew up in Iraq,  where we spent most days on the rooftops. Now I face the ocean on a rainy vacation. )