Rain
Minute drops of power falling to the earth,
Sucked up by the roots of life,
Taken away or given.
The powerful, melancholy sound of rainfall
Stirs me in my sleep,
As the banging on the window indicates
Chance.
Chance for a new start,
Chance for a breath of fresh air,
Chance for forgiveness.
Yes, there is life in every drop of rain,
Precipitating from the sky,
To the very souls of belonging;
In the mundane cycle of existing – living.
Life.















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