A Raindrop

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The raindrop, when it was young,
Had a rather juvenile dream:
To grow old and strong and flow, one day,
Like his first-born cousin Susie,
Into the Mighty Mediterranean

He worked night and day, the lad,
And pushed his limits further,
Till one day he saw beyond
The silver lining, and thought,
To himself he'd finally made it

And as he waived goodbye and jumped,
Off the cloud in which he was raised,
He felt he would hold on the dream
He had as a little one,
And find Susie swimming gleefully
Amidst the Mighty Mediterranean...

    And as he fell with great speed
The windy ruckus came to a halt,
And with a splash, he landed on
A patch of dirty water on the ground.



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