little droplets, wander from the sky to the earth
do they have a choice in where they fall?
some how they know, there purpose is to splash,
splutter, tinkle, give life through water
oh little droplets, quench my thirst
I, too, know my purpose is to give life
by being, listening, and guiding
my soul knows, I have the choice
brilliance of the rain? or dankness in the gutter?
I choose
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