Rain
Where do they go, these drops
Uncontained?
As they splash down from above.
How do they ever get home?
You see them
Each one
Kept in a bottle
For what?
Are they precious to you
The tears of your child?
As a heart that's been broken
Cries out for Dad.
Will the sun return
Or will I wash away?
Can the rain dry up
And not be rain?
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