I am merely but a drop of rain, one single drop. 

Among others I'll storm and you'll flood. You'll fall on your knees and you'd beg and you'd plead and you'd tell me to have leave. And I'll leave. And still you would flood. 

The sun will scorch and will dry up all your things one day and you'll pray. You'll ask the skys for something they could provide, me, a drop of rain you'll ask just a drop of rain. 

And I shall come, although unwanted once I'm wanted now so I will fall. Though you stand but are sad, I was glad but I'll fall. 

And you hold out your hand and catch as I land and you see and you scream 'is that all!'

The End

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