Who Am I?
My fate has begun.
I am falling from hundreds of feet in the air.
I make impact, Splat! Yet not dead.
I am scraped ad carried from my family and debris.
I make my way to the streets quick yet sluggish.
I am seeing things move in a new way, downward.
I make my way to the atmosphere, clouds everywhere.
I am falling once more only to arrive to my repeating doom.
My name is rain.
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