[ButterflyBomb]

Personally, I don't like poetry very much. Cowboy Poetry Week back in Elko ruined it for me. But I still write it sometimes, like this one.
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I watch it fall, crystal clear
From a leaf’s tip, very near

The rain around, though it’s drops many
Cannot compare to this one’s beauty

Slowly each one forms, then plummets
Down, down, down, away from its summit

At long last it crashes, violently to the ground
And I swear, I swear I hear a faint breaking sound

There it joins the rest of its kin
That fell off the same leaf, to create this puddle thin

There on the floor, they join their inferior others
Their small, quick and loveless raindrop brothers

It seems so unfair that these plump, jewel-like things
That meander slowly downward, causing each leaf to sing

Must again be rejoined to the rest of sky’s water
That lacks any rhythm or tempo, its just clamor

These little drops each take their turn
One after the other, in a pattern anyone can learn

And even when the common raindrops have all hit the earth
They continue their dripping, each one a new birth

However, eventually, they too must end
Slower they come, until there are no more to send

Occasionally you’ll see the last of these drops
Clinging desperately to their leaf, until at last it must stop

How sad it is to watch the last shimmering orb fall
The leaf now abandoned until the next rainstorm calls

And when at long last it does, I will sit here and gaze
As each of my droplets briefly takes center stage