Autumn Rain

The stagnant puddles
become alive
with the touch of raindrops.

The glass-like surface
is now rippling.
So many tiny waves.

Each drop increasing,
growing in size
And forever changing.

As in all our lives
with every touch
We tend to change and grow.

If we remain stagnant
Nothing magical
will ever happen.

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