
Rain fall I care less where it comes from Only that it comes Liquid magic from above Tiny drops that cling To the edge of a leaf A jewel that remains for hours While others disappear Watch the birds taking a bath Creating perfect dancing spheres Of liquid magic That drop into the pool Waiting to dance again Where would we be without it? No puddles to splash in No boating holidays No lounging by the sea Life cannot be without it I cannot be without it Best of all, rain on my window Watching each drop race down… ©AnitaDawes2022

April 11, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, water falls. Where is the water coming from? How does it shape a story? Who does it involve? Go where the prompt leads!
This was so beautiful, Anita. ❤
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Thank you for such a lovely comment, Colleen…
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You’re welcome. 💖
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We really appreciate this, thank you…
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I love watching rain on my windows.
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It is fascinating, isn’t it? 🌧🌧
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Yes, it is. Mesmerizing at time, too. Lovely poem, Anita. ~nan
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Thank you so much Nan…
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Yes, beautiful! I can imagine myself sitting with a cup of coffee watching the rain droplets. 🙂
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🌧🌧
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you, Jan… 💕
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