Raindrops

Raindrops

Drop by drop little raindrops Come and hop on the rooftop Plip-plip-plop-plop Drizzles of ecstasy never stop.This cold December morning

Raindrops

Raindrops

They were tiny troops; powerless yet ecstatic under the gravity for they made the greatest leaps of faith and that had made all the difference.

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