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Rain.
Falling.
Falling everywhere.
The drops.
They hit the ground
in a varying rhythm.
Tap...taptap, tap...tap
The time between the drops-
Too much time.
It slips slowly away
As the drops fall.
Drip drop...taptap.
Like sands in an hourglass.
But time does not turn over.
The sands can be retrieved.
The moments cannot.
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