Rain

drumming on the rooftops
echoing the blood rushing
through our veins
quickly
swiftly
it falls with purpose
it falls with grace
and poise
and beauty
water that tumbles across the asphalt
roads
through cracked rocks
relentless and without end
it helps find peace and hope and
quiet
wrapping us in an atmosphere too
tranquil to break
and yet
at the same time
the skies cry with us
versatile
a pendulum of emotions
and yet
it is only rain

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