by JLN

Created on: August 18, 2010

Fall a thousand feet, and more.

Through the tempest and turbulant skies.

A painted landscape awaits.

Where, with little fanfare, find sullen window pane.

Drip with muted purpose.

Wriggle with seeming form.

Spirits dampen along with the ground.

Idly play with stubborn light.

What does fate have in store for you?

My little raindrop?

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