TO RAINDROPS

I have a trove of treasures
that comes only with the rain
they are of such design
no man can ever claim.

How delicate they are
so ephemeral their art
each is a masterpiece
that will surely delight.

Regarding their clarity
there can be no doubt
they throw off light
they reflect everything about.

Each gem is cut
in the shape of a tear
But on a surface
it is half a sphere.

They’re, however, lighter
than most other gems.
They’d never burden
one’s innocence.

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