Rain fell in a mass
A body of rain but it was not noisy
Rain, so called collectively
Disjoined drops of water
They call ‘fall', in the midst of a furious journey
Led by an outside force called gravity
The life of rain overtakes with speed alone
The brevity of its journey to earth
In eyelines watching rain
A silent drop of rain stops
In a twinkling of the eye the speed of life
Always invisible fixed
Cannot be overtaken no matter at what speed
That indeed
Is the core of life
Glittering
Stopping at a strange height
The drop itself not wet in the least
Stares at the life of rain
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