the bus stops she finds the trail green lushness stops her in her already sodden tracks deeper in this green world she begins to see raindrops bounce off leaves
and even her nose
she absorbs this wet world
embracing the sensations it offers
she stops again to examine the drops
suspended on a clover - perfect little orbs
if it wasn't for the weather, they might have been tears
the tears of a jilted lover pining for past and lost years
she moves on -- thankful for the raindrops
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