Rain Storm

falling from the sky 

in their clear crystal form

falling slowly at first

then faster in a storm 

heading down

terrorizing those below 

thunder encourages it along 

lightning takes it home 

an increasing breeze changes our direction

then lifts us up into a different section

reaching ground and soaking through

bringing life to those below

then back into the sky

we fly

ready to start anew




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