I feel it
I see it
I smell it
Those clear drops that the sky lets fall to meet our faces.
First it is sidle then it adds speed with every moment.
I can stand in it and it can run along my skin.
It glides and whines it's way down to the ground allowing it's moisture to be absorbed.
Life from within the soil soon sprouts due to it's calming plummet from the atmosphere above.
The clouds may roam without a care in the world or the clouds may riot against each other.
No matter what it still falls but in different forms.
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Truth Be Told
PoetryIf you want to read about the truth behind some parts of life, feel free to read. Warning: this can be the cold hard truth or may cause you to rethink your life. Side affects may include: crying, smiling, giggling, and or, life changing head a...
