The first raindrop falls,
Feeling unwanted and unknown,
Others coagulate into clouds,
But it falls alone...
The floating cotton bales,
Dreaming of untold tales,
The wispy foggy trails,
Unfurling their sleepy sails...
Yet it travels on unstopping,
On the way a snowflake entices,
Caught in the moment, he merges in,
Sheer bliss and beauty within.
As with all things temporal,
They part ways and carry on,
With whispers of faint sighs,
In spite of the beauty born...
As the loneliness bursts inside,
As the hurt is torn wide,
As the crack is opened asunder,
Finally the sound of distant thunder...
Pouring into the parched earth,
A moment to lie satisfied,
Almost before it began, the terrible heat,
Yet again to be vaporized.
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