I know that clouds
do not decide
to let the rains
tumble free..
Do not decide
to wait a bit..
Do not decide
where to share
their unbidden (un)burden..
Do not decide
that insubstantialities
can condense about
some specks
and fall
to us..
It falls to all
for it falls to none
to think change,
to grow in potency,
or to make the call,
to let the many raindrops
fall..
For the clouds,
they have no rain.
For the clouds,
they are the rain.
They dont suffer
with the grasping of,
the hanging on.
They are
suspended, sure
but rains are not held up.
I wonder too,
if we aren't as well
our tears..
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