Spring Rain

Within a few minutes
The busy, crowded streets
Are empty.
Desolate.
Rain.
Then, the sudden, new-found space
I hastily filled up:
Tiny crystal water drops
Coming from a magic place
In the air,
Falling down
To the ground
Then staying there.
Would they know
Where they go
And also why?
They seem so eager,
Rush to leave there
And bring life.
This spring rain.

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