-{ Heaven's Teardrop }-

A
tiny
droplet
falls. It
comes from
above me. The
clouds are dark and
gray--heavy with droplets
like this one. It lands in the
grass--plop!--yet it holds itís form.
Pure, clear, life renewing--it reflects
the images surrounding it. How can
one tiny droplet be so beautiful? I
look up above and suddenly
I am soaked by many
raindrops.

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