Poembox: Every Drop

Written by Arts, Poetry


Every Drop

The heavens open and drop, drop. And

they keep going and going, until they are

everywhere. There are so many raindrops

all landing at once so that you cannot

distinguish the individual ones. This is when

rain, once again, brings a comparison to life.

Because you will never truly see every drop

and you never will much like you’ll never see

every person.

Last modified: 10th December 2018

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