When the rain drops fall,
and land on mother earths surface.
Mistakes are being washed away, hopes are put on hold, dreams are made, and sometimes a new life can be made in the process.
Rain drops hit my face, run down my shoulder, on to my foot, and rolls of to the ground in a fast manner.
Like a fast tear runs down your face ther ain drops dry up and go away!
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