Rain came in drops.
Some fell on the roof
And some on the trees.
Some went to help brooks,
Some went to quench thirst.
Much get lost at the sun
And much returned to sea.
Wise men collect in the pond.
Wiser men built dams
And deprived those down.
Rain is more than God
And neighbours soon would war..
23.07.2018
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