Let It Rain. - Poem by Evelyn Rose
I see the drops fall,
I hear their call.
Their splish and splash,
Their drip and drop.
I see the rain against my window,
I watch it stream down.
I see it gather in clumps of crystal,
At the bottom of my pane.
The secret is these drops are from me,
It is not the rain I see,
But instead it is a reflection of me.
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