rain drops filled with a single memory
each falling of rain like the telling of a story
here within a time and a place
each rain storm is transformed into
the telling of a thousand lives and beyond
wind does blow an the words are shaken
they fall one after another
coming together altering rainfall
into an endless story
puddles grow and time does fade
the rains are gone and the words have stopped
reflecting emotions grow louder as the
air is filled with an abundance of an earthly silence
once rested grey skies now begin
to transition into a speckled black
a nightly abyss holds its own secrets
flickering, twinkling, telling;
this endless endeavor too has something to say
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