Raindrops in May

I have a window to the deep blue skies, where at night they send a calling that entails ten-thousand lies. Those that have been told for many a year, but are now enlightened as I stare out at magnesium rain drops. They sprint vertical-down from what can only be the roof, to a settling harmonic seating, past my very eyes. Each second they carry on, as if in unison with my thought. Reflecting on the beauty, complementing, as another one falls.

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[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Seeing the truth and inhaling the comfort........