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Written by: Joya Wortham

Raindrops falling
Each holding something different
Loud or soft thumps talking
On my window sill drenched

Every drop falling in a different spot
Replacing the last
Leaving a remarkable, but unnoticeable dot
Making it significant to the past

First, the drops fell lightly and quiet
Without any noise
Now, it's louder and more violent
Pounding so hard like a roar

After a while the sun comes out
Drying the raindrops like tears
Maybe it was God who was in pain and doubt
Because he sees the way we treat one another and cries because of fear.