A light streaks across the pitch black sky
lighting up a path reflecting the glow above.
The water pours from the heavens with a graceful caress
touching my warm skin as though to comfort a body
rearing for action, craving to fly into the dark night towards the setting sun.
The droplets streak diagonally across the glass like
tadpoles of light with a life of their own hurrying towards
what seems like home.
The puddles smoothen the rough roads and carry away the
remains of the day making way for another morning
of toil and rest, joy and distress.
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