Rain drops my eyes

The rain, a free entity
Droplets are many but it is one being.
The rain who loves to fall,
Not minding the hard ground it’d hit,
The rain whose freedom makes it beautiful,
Whose destiny to fall makes it stronger,
I like to be the rain
It shows joy and despair
It speaks of sorrow and resolve.
I want to fall,
I want to feel the warm ground,
I want to be free until the rain drops my eyes.


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