When it rains, each drop is filled again,
Pours from the sky, covered with clouds,
To meet the sweet earth of mine.
Through its entire journey,
It sees everything from up high,
Facing the wind, the thunder,
Not knowing when it would lie.
With only one destination in mind,
It falls down with courage and fight,
Ready to merge and form a puddle,
For the awaiting young ones to enjoy.
The moment it drops, shattering into its element,
Creating a circle, breaking to segments,
Now it's no more, lost and mixed with hundred such souls,
Who knew of the same plight,
To fall from heaven and be out of sight!
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