when they fall
they begin from the bottom
of the top
soaring gliding flying
colliding avoiding riding
they stop their fall
a dead halt
when they strike the top
pounding smashing splatting
rebounding soaking landing
where the earth meets the sky
they journey no more
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Apt for the day. 60ml rain, with maybe another 100ml to come in the next 24 hours.\r\n\r\nAll well so far.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A fine write Frank.
Thanks O.
Super write I can see them, hear them, smell them.
Thank you Michael.
Very good write but to me raindrops will end up in the river, then the sea and eventually into clouds where they will fall as raindrops once more, like life's ever changing circle.
That seems about right GF. Cheers.
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