Raindrops Belong

Wishing to inhale the fragranced cloud bows
from your majestic rainbow aura,
I stand close by your every dawn.
Your oscillatory fringes bend your sweet droplets
into colored arcs of supernumeraries.
Inexplicable you are, like so many miracles
of ancient trees blooming endlessly.
Humbly, I bow to your beauty unknown,
but for what is possible by coordination 
of a tiny raindrop dance in two waves
to eternally remain you indivisible.


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