A drop falls from the sky,
barely a whisper, a secret sigh.
From clouds that loom in shades of gray,
It dances on the earth, then fades away.
A promise, a memory, hidden deep,
the rain falls soft, like lovers' sleep.
Each drop, a story yet untold,
of dreams, of fears, of hearts grown cold.
In every drop, a universe,
A moment's beauty, a tender verse.
The rain speaks softly, if we care to hear,
of things unseen, of truths unclear.
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