Falling down
To the ground
Wind rushing past
Seems so fast
Air is a buzz
Filled with us
Then we splatter
Spit and clatter
The driving sound
Is all around
Run and form
Puddles in the storm
Rest where we land
No surface is band
We are the rain
Coming down again

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