A droplet lands on the surface of a roof,
It slides down the curves as gravity commands,
It cleanses the gutter as the dirt is removed,
The sky carries its duty as if she understands,
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Millions of droplets then soon followed,
But not all will have the same story,
It depends whether the building is hollow,
But every landing has a different melody,
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None of the tracks seemed uniform,
No such thing as standardized design,
None of the builders seem to conform,
Carpenter Street don’t like to be confined
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Soon the sun will come out,
And all the liquid evaporates,
They will rise up to form clouds,
That is their story, that is their fate,
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But as they drop down again,
They rarely follow the same path,
Like our attempt to stay sane,
We have to undertake different footpaths
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If these molecules can go in different directions,
Then humans too should have the freedom,
Don’t judge, don’t have false expectations,
Then let us flow, let us learn