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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