Rain Drops
The rain drop falls to the ground not making a sound.
Hundreds follow. Falling round and round.
The children play and laugh in the water falling down.
They soon run in the house when the thunder brings the sound.
The wind comes and takes the rain drops by force.
The tame, quiet rain drops become a storming chorus.
The clouds go by black and gloom.
The winds stop. No plip plop.
Then the rain drops resume.
The first fell and the others followed.
The earth welcomed them thirstily and swallowed.
The world wouldn't have been restored and the beauty would not have come
if the actions of one had not been done.
Next time you see the rain drops remember they're followers
who saw the actions of one.
Take the lead like the first drop
or nothing will be done.
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