Rain

Mon, 08/18/2014 - 17:32 -- AmyyyyK

As the drops

            slowly

                        f

                         a

                            l

                              l,

emptying the clouds

            of all their substance,

I begin to realize:

            I am one with the cumulonimbus.

 

My substance

            is gone,

and all that remains

            is wet droplets on my face,

and the bright, pure

white

of the being emptied

completely.

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