Standing beneath a summer's sky
I can barely feel the rain
falling on me,
as it descends
from up above.
The warm, wet droplets
land in my path,
I can almost see them
individually, as some collide
and some never
touch another.
Aren't we all just
raindrops randomly falling
into each other,
colliding, touching,
and maybe some
never touch at all.
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About Me
- Heather Awad
- Endicott, New York
- I'm Heather, new to the blog world. Here to share my writings as I continue to learn and grow in my writing style. I'm a single mom with a beautiful 8-year-old daughter, Aziza. I love writing and do it all the time. Thank you for stopping by my blog. I hope you've enjoyed reading my posts.
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