Poem 026: Raindrop

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ni AeonianEclipse

ni AeonianEclipse

I look up at the sky, as I saw it approaching,

Raindrops slowly sprawling,

As if it was bawling,

Yet people find it appealing.

I also find it amusing,

Staring into the droplets as if they were blistering,

In the bidding,

Bravely falling, taking the risk, which I find amazing.

Sighing as I cognize I'm coating,

Bending the truth when I find the situation confusing,

I know it's kinda concerning,

Which it's already galling.

I know I'm stalling,

For a long time that it's already abiding,

I haven't mastered the art of accepting,

Can I just be a raindrop? As they are never afraid of falling?