Dancing wild in some boisterous thunderstorm,
Disheveled and scattered,
Draped in darkness,
Lost in the canvas of wilderness,
The raindrops fighting hard to sustain the squall.

And when the gale abates,
The fortitude prevails despite broken scape,
Those millions of helpless drops come together to form a gushing stream,
Flowing with vigor,
Defeating the ostensible destruction.

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