Each Drop.

The rain falls, clouds gather,
Trees whisper their wind-talk;
The rain falls, drops; drops fall;
Hear their play on the walk?
Each drop, a tidal wave,
That churns remembered past;
Each drop begs each dried tear,
Each faded smile to last.
Time’s brought back with each drop;
It hasn’t passed; it hasn’t died!
They said! “Time cures sorrow.”
Now each drop says: “They lied.”

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