The rain drops !


Every-time it rains, 
I remember a story,
an old man once told !

When the drop evaporates,
fly's high up to the sky,
the river moans her death,
and she just smiles !

She gets around the world,
explores with winds and whirls, 
forms a glorious cycle like a dream,
with thunders and storms !

And on some other land, 
far away sets in the journey,
to get back home, 
this home and that home,
every home !!

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