Gathering
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When the rain has rained
Down to its last drop
But the clouds still linger
Gathering more crystals of water
As if the world is still thirsty
Or the grief is still new
The clouds stand still
But abundant in their silence
Collecting, assembling
In the quietest way
The gift of crying.
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