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A POEM:

"The Raindrop"

I picture her life as a falling raindrop
Freedom to fly from the world's top

Her heart is clear, her soul is pure
Her graceful song is loud and sure

She, a raindrop, gleams with light
Refracting a rainbow so vivid and bright

She dances on clouds while washing the sky
But soon will find the ground is so dry

The raindrop falls, the ground awaits
The time has come to meet with fate

She crashes down to the thirst ground
To all around it is unbearable sound

At this moment time stands still
We mourn the loss, we lose our will



Realize though not all is gone
Once a raindrop is now a song

A melody is sung by a bird flying by
A flower grown from ground once dry

The Great Divine has a plan -- a will
A purpose for every raindrop spilled

by Jon Nutting