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May 2018
The icy cold of a raindrop
rolled down my neck- it came from atop.
Another makes its way into my light colored hair,
and another splashes on my skin of bare.
The drops start to drip-drop all around,
making a soft tipper-tapper sound.
The small little drops are as gentle as can be  
as I watch them fall into the blue of the sea.
Some go into the ground where they belong
because the flowers have had a thirst for quite too long.
I say "Thank You!" with as much love
to the One who sent it; the Great Man Above.
Mia Taljaard
Written by
Mia Taljaard  20/F/RSA
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