There are 12 rain droplets
Clinging to the middle
Of my window sill
Not all together
They are spread out
Groups of 2...4....and...3
I wonder how long they will be
2....4....and....3
Drops on a sill
Sitting so still
The next cloud burst
Will bring more rain
To join
To rearrange
Just as it was
With you and me
Sometimes
We are
2.....4....and...3
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