When It Rains
Sometimes you can't tell it's raining
until you see the puddle
Drops floating, cascading down to earth
so seemingly subtle
But far from dainty are these drops
displacers of dirt and dry
Each shatters like a nuclear bomb
cast downward from the sky
The wreckage of which is washed away
absorbed into the ocean
The waves are drops fighting for life
drowned by undulate motion
Unable to resist polar attraction
In appearance, simple and small
This complex network of H and O
becomes bigger than us all
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