R-aindrops disappear
I-nto the coal, black, and gray;
Z-enith will become bright,
Z-one of storm fades
A-way.
M-ay raindrops disappear,
A-fter the wrath of typhoon;
R-ugged weather will turn
I-nto sunshine so soon.
S-ee the raindrops disappear,
C-yclone is nowhere in sight;
O-n the seventh of January,
T-he beacon will shine the light.
E-arly in the morning, the dark lane gets clear;
S-ky above becomes blue, as raindrops disappear.
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A very inspiring positive write that conveys everything has its own time. Nicely presented.10