It comes down, in just the same way it dries up,
Fill it to the rim-edge of the plated cup,
Locate the derivation of such events,
As knowledge can often be the best form of defence,
Although Ignorance creates a blissful existence,
The engine is on, but cannot move without TRUTH pistons.
As it pitters, it patters- creating bigger bladders,
Continuously repeated until filled up,
They want to be a dog before being a pup,
It's heavy and all encompassing,
Creating difficulty when at the one crossing,
Looking left to right with effected sight,
Bliss has disabled an ability to detect a plight.
Whenever it pours and plies us with its presence,
How long will it be until the expected evanescence?
Resonance results from rehearsed remembrance,
Struggling to get a hold of a tame temperament,
As you are soaked by the drops of the season,
You laugh, whilst I see no reason to tease them,
Accept it in its fullest form, whenever it greets you,
But never drink from the same hand that feeds you.
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