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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,
You do not know how hard I struggled to stay on.
Electrons, so small, so strong,
like muscles bursting to hang on;
words and thirsts that felt wrong, but let me feel I belong.
I will not let go.
