Each and every single drop;
Contained in the dark clouds out there...
Is eager to get back;
To Earth... to her lap..
Come..
As a drizzle..Rain..
Ice..or Snow..
Or even as a Storm..
It doesn't Matter..
Its beautiful..
Tiny drops of water;
Dripping from the greens..
To eternity..
To be Complete..
In her..
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