The Saga of Rain Drop
The Journey of a Pearl
A tiny raindrop, glistening bright,
Rested gently, bathed in light,
Upon a leaf, a verdant bed,
A shining pearl, a world unsaid.
Then, with a shimmy, soft and slow,
Like a small girl, it started to go,
Sliding down, a playful gleam,
Into a world, a flowing dream.
"Little droplet," I softly asked,
"What feelings now, your spirit tasked?"
"Oh," it whispered, with a knowing grace,
"Much work awaits in this wide space."
"I'll quench the thirst of thirsty land,
Make plants rejoice, a happy band.
My purpose clear, my duty true,
Bringing life in shades of hue."
"And where now, friend, do you embark?"
I queried, peering through the dark.
"My friends await," the drop replied,
"To join their journey, side by side."
"We'll merge with rivers, wide and free,
Then onward flow to the vast, deep sea.
A grand reunion, boundless, wide,
With currents strong, we'll softly glide."
"When will you grace us once again?"
I asked, amidst the gentle rain.
"Next rainy season," it declared with cheer,
"You'll find me waiting, right back here."
A final shimmer, a last goodbye,
As the pearl dissolved, beneath the sky.
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