Recycle Rain
One by one they fall
thumbling down from
the sky they fall.
Like bullets from a
machine gun they come.
With frightening speed
they come.
The ground they hit
causing small craters in
the earth.
Then down they go
sipping into the earth.
Bathing in its nutrients
and minerals.
Diluting everything it
comes into contact with.
Then it stops.
At the roots it stops.
Then ascending they go.
Up the stem of life they
rise
through its green mosaic
they rise.
Changing from the
physical.
To the unseen.
Then up to the heavens
the rise.
And congregate in the
clouds.
The recyclee of rain drops.
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