It's Still Raining
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    Falling
    tumbling
    careening
    through the air,
    hitting each beaded branch on the way down.
    Hoping for adhesion somewhere
    among the scarlet buds and neon green leaves.
    Instead most are torn apart,
    their cohesions broken.
    They leak,
    reflecting what’s around them.
    Some finding a spot to stick, finally.
    Crystallizing tiny flowers,
    They weigh down blades of grass,
    just barely making it.
    The rest failing,
    diving,
    making contact
    and dispersing .
    Joining all the others,
    splashing to the asphalt
    or the soupy, mud-covered lawns.
    They lose their shape and become each other
    Collectively something much larger
    than they once were.
    But it’s still disappointing
    to lose individual
    identity.

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