#Day9 [ //18:01 Ninth poem for the poetry camp ]

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I looked through the great ebony windowsill
And witnessed rain running its way with its will.
Sparking raindrops with their shine,
Made me witness, a view so divine.

Have little stars adorned the crystal glass?
Or are they pearls, sparkling and high gross?
Don't they cry because they left their home?
Don't they wail, because there's nobody they know.

I wandered about in the world of those raindrops,
Everything so vibrant, with the extravagance on its top.
They seemed to be delighted in my home though,
But, why were they dripping down the windowpanes so slow!

What if, they were little glitter specks or flakes ?
They would whirl around me and we could've played!
Endless imaginations in me do splatter,
Watching this mesmerizing pitter and patter.

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💧Dedicated to the wonderful imagination of little children, which catapults itself into life on watching small things just like these raindrops. 💧