Life is merely one moment
That showers itself like rain:
From silk enshrouded clouds, sky sent
Trembling to woven tapestry of terrain.
Drops dressed in deserts' dreams
Are destined to splosh in sapid streams...
Lured by lakes, latched by lush leaves...
Wafting through weighty wisped wreaths.
The rain gains its water glazed goal
As Sun steams its same soul:
Now shall make rain repeat its same role.
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