these gathering clouds
promise rain on everyone
and cooling of souls
a thundering fall
many million equals pass
to unmindful ends
they crash to the ground
joining all that never was
and never will be
absorbed by the earth
promising the longing sky
to rise yet again
the passage of time:
my hand holds a water drop
this moment is gone
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