Hear what they say when they land,
watch as they change the color of the sand.
Add to the puddles, creeks, rivers,
oceans, and seas, these thoughts make shivers.
The shivers their coming even when sheltered,
the opposite of when the weather sweltered.
Darkened the skies tears falling with grace,
refreshing when falling on ones waiting face.
Listen and quietly watch till they stop,
give yourself time as the rain drops.
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	Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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