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Jul 2013
Beams of light cut through the rain.
Searing with energy, melting to wane.
Thinning and wearing, shadows emerge.
Thousands of droplets, driven like herds.
Repelling and splashing fighting for space,
thanking the sun for the delight of a chase.
Written by
Michael George
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