Little, fragile drops stand out.
The rain has left them.
One strong wind and gone.
Their beauty but a moment.
Yet it captures me within.
Caught as a drop, clinging.
Or maybe its training.
A fusion of being drenched.
A baptism renewed unseen.
Stop, look and train yourself.
See beyond what is before.
Because life is fleeting.
There is so much to bind.
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