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Only a drop of rain, what shall I profit?

No clouds to hold me so Ill not fall, sheltered for awhile and then turned out.

I am a fragile rain drop. I have been poured out upon the face of the earth as an offering to the lady.

As I fall, slowly, the beauty of mother earth stares at me with needy eyes, i see she thirsts.

I am only a drop of rain, what shall I profit?

But I am recieved by eager bodys of green with grattitude. I replenish the souls of many.

I now know though Im only a drop of rain, that I am great in the heart of the forest.

I am her breath of life.





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