Sta.sh
The raindrops fall,
soon forgotten,
lying, dying,
on the ground.
And as they're falling,
they see a figure,
walking, listening,
Oblivious to the world.
They reach out to him,
Desperate for a chance of
surviving, thriving,
Anything, just one last chance.
Some catch onto him,
Most don't,
Living and dying,
Hopeful despite the odds.
And through this he walks on,
Uncaring,
Just listening, striding,
Unknowing of the falling raindrops.
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