fresh vigour that falls in dawn;
That which resemble a hanging
diamond ornament on a chandelier.
That long drop that lands without breaking bones
And falls on passages through a difficult terrains,
That minuity drip that drops aloft the trees
And wets the little plants that lowly dwell.
That moisture in the air that falls
on surfaces that looks refreshing,
With that little liquid that come to the ground deliberately, with a small, round, with enormous impact;
On surfaces that await as though, there are thousands of beautiful things that comes to those who feel the drops and put things to work.