Rain bespattered puddles,scattered
reflections within remain the same.
Thoughts of people hurrying thru
the downpour change dramatically.
Just moments before the rain, perhaps
happy in their mood, then because the
water of life envelops them,
they shudder and frown.
Wonder how they would feel if the rain
never fell, despondent, parched, frightened,
that life is over, never again to complain about
rain. Be happy scattered reflections remain.
Today, tomorrow,Armageddon may rain down.
What then, where shall we find our reflections,
once more cast onto stone. As happened in
Hiroshima and Nagasaki so many years ago.
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