RAIN DROPS

I am sitting by the window with nowhere to go.
Looking at all of GOD’s glory trying to understand HIStory.
Is life fair? Do we really care? I think about this as I sit in my chair.
I feel myself staring, thinking, hoping, wanting.
I look up and see raindrops fall from the skies.
I realize that it’s raining but from my eyes
Weeping.
Crying.
When did the water begin? Where did it come from? My well--deep within.

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