Falling with each expectation
With uncertain direction
Though it sticks to glass
The water clutches itself
Clinging to the notion of self
It is not
No.
Rain is but a small part
Of a larger ideal
Splashing from window to ground
Without a single sound
Not a part of one
A part of all
Draining from pond
To stream to creek
To the unbelieved
No.
It splits and folds
Becoming one
With the nothing
Becoming a whole
Of something
No.
It slips and falls
Shudders and breaths
Don it isn't a living thing
It's a small piece
Of something large
Yes.
It keeps going
Beyond the waterfall
Becoming part of all
A small importance
In an ocean of forever
And it's together
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