Rainy
As it falls I see the mist from splattered drops
bouncing off of the rooftops
flooding streets and flowing free
sometimes I wish those drops were me
a life seemingly short but go's on and on and on
recycled drops of water that are never really gone
an adventure every time they are released out of the sky
falling toward the earth, pretending they can fly
and when they hit the earth they will feel no sort of pain
and they'll jump right back in line eager to take the fall again.
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