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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.