Hanging off the tree, dropping on the roof.
Causing ripples on the lake, the bird bath.
Here one there another, slow or fast.
Holding the world in a small lens.
If you choose to stoop and see.
Delicate beauty, adorning creation.
As it quenched earth's thirst, absorbed.
For now it rests here for the wanderer,
To pause, notice this gentle gift, cradle it.
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