What can those tiny drops
do to you, you wonder...
Those that lived on the edge
and remained on the brink, of the
myriad leaves of a raintree?
After the scheming invisible rain
added enough dope
to the ready-to-shoot drops,
One by one,
they darted towards me...
The me, lying supine
under the gigantic raintree.
Imagine those sparkly silver bullets,
Falling with force, and
Growing in size as they dropped!
The ominous steel-grey blobs,
I thought,
were going to pierce through me.
But then, here's all they did...
In succession,
they splashed on my face, and
on the pathway's icy railings.
They caught me unawares, and
Shattered my resolve to dodge,
Sprinkling euphoria on me.
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