Drip then drop,
Till the water stops,
Cloud's tears filling the atmosphere.
Single droplet falling from the sky,
Would you imagine you'd ever be so high?
A single drop,
Again and again,
Drizzle then stop,
Drizzle then pour
Repeat once more.
Scent of wet earth filling the air,
Rejuvenating Fresh so Pure,
The sweet Sorrow of April's showers is here.
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state of being hopeless
Poetrystate of being hope·less I saw yellow in the shadow of doubt. A glimpse of the sun? No, I saw you. I Made A Wish. You Made It Come True. The darker the sky; the brighter the mind. ;
