Reunion
The rain, in sheets, is driven to the ground
to mingle with the rabble down below.
No longer welcome at the table round,
the wind, no friend, encourages it to go.
At first, despairing, scattered far and wide,
it seeks to hide in sorrow on the hill,
But joy, it seems, can never be denied,
as puddles, past their brims soon overspill.
Old friends are reunited in the rush;
their mirthful, bubbling laugh grows ever loud,
cascading over rocks and underbrush,
forgotten, their rejection by the clouds.
At last, they all lie breathless on the lake,
daydream of skyward journeys they’ll soon make.
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