Flee the sea


plummeting through the sky,
every drop of water
collectively called rain,
falls and reaches the land
a little later,
sun shines through the clutter
crafting a rainbow, leaving all us stranded
what comes after, mother?
there I see a little woman explaining to her daughter,
it's just all wonder we're after.

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