Clouds
drift in,
moisture
begins to build.
Then the
clouds break open,
as rain
begins to spill.
One drop
in time,
just a
one-time drop.
Origin
from above,
sent from
the top.
Just one
little drop,
headed for
the ground.
Lost
amongst the masses,
all headed
down.
Just a
vapor in time,
falling to
earth.
Sent for a
purpose,
to add to
it's worth.
Unsure of
who it may touch,
as
it flows strait down.
Given just
a moment,
then on to
the ground.
All will
water,
one thing
or another.
While
refreshing the lives,
of one
another.
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