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Raindrops 

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 Have you ever heard the sound of rain,

   Even hitting the window pane.

    Leaving streaks down the glass,

     Lying on blades of grass.

      Oh to be a drop of rain!

 Mingling with your scent so sweet,

   Yielding to gravity’s amazing feat.

 Searching for the way to go,

   Intrepid as a flake of snow.

    Sliding down your neck so fair,

     Traveling onward shall it dare?

      Effused by the final fall,

       Raindrops on your heart do call.

Pablo - December 1994