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ever wonder how a single drop of water makes its descent to earth?
ever wonder why it does what it does?
the clouds are heavy with moisture, preparing to empty-
and the ground is beckoning, whispering i'll be here,
i don't wanna, the drop says.
the drop doesn't want to fall. it doesn't want to finish its cycle, and if it lets gravity pull it down, that's just what'll happen.
so the drop waits, clinging on to the cloud's damp hands like a baby holding his mother.
i don't wanna leave, the drop says.
i don't wanna die, the drop cries.
so the clouds hold on to the drop, sighing but smiling- even though they're feeling low, and they need to let go-
they hold on.
