Rain drop
                  falling
                   sends sonar
                    signals out
                  calling,
                               for any sign of life
the few, are many
                       drops
                   falling
                    calling
                      to know that they are not
alone.
                      Ring
                       signals
                      go out from the splash,
there is no drought
                        about these parts,
   there is no pout,
                                  on faces of the
dropletsfor their cloud mother,
                                  lets them
                                   all by and by,
releasing each one
                           until
                            she is done, which
                          lifts
her, lets her drift
                        with the wind.        


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