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A drip in the clouds;
One drop
               flowing down…

                        …across the wind
and to the ground.

A pitter a patter,
     it doesn’t much matter.
Rain dances with rain,
     while this teardrop evolves
and quickly dissolves…into ripples.
Today I feel like raindrops.
Tomorrow perhaps a moose.
From what I know of rainbows
The next day I'm a goose.

— The End —