RainA Poem by VerinWater rolling lightly down Streaking across goose fleshed skin Creating soothing, cooling paths Washing away the clinging dirt
Broken from the fall Each droplet a river in its own right Streaming down, towards the earth Dispersed, but looking for solid ground
One after another they coalesce Catching on a curled fingertip A grip that cannot be held Gathering strength before the plunge
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