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[steadgussin]

I'm just staring out the window, as the rain pours down outside. Tiny droplets roll down the glass, lost souls searching for a place of refuge, not wanting to be absorbed into the black dirt beneath. The wind wails and shakes the trees, flinging free those drops that took it for a safe haven. It then becomes apparent. For the raindrops, there is no refuge. They will all plummet, earthbound, and end up sleeping within the dirt below. For some, I suppose, there are ponds and lakes to land in, but once they land, these drops will be drops no more. Indistinguishable amongst a mass of endless water. Living to die, the raindrops fall.

~Ishnay~