as each drop cleansed them
ripped a little bit of their burden
freed a little bit of their sense
These drops of rain, asked them to dance in return
Once they were clean, it pushed them
under a bed of newly shed leaves
...
Now that they are snug, the leaves have started to wither
they will soon be exposed to the winds of dirt
ready for another drop of rain,
another performer's performance.
Shringi
April 04, 2012
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