hope falling down

no wind, just rain.
the blades of grass stand,
twitching in perfect randomness.
in perfect sync,
with each falling drop.
like wind blowing down.

i stand,
itching with imperfect randomness.
wading through
each falling drop.
waiting for one,
from you.
like hope falling down.

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blind is love
dark is light
lost is found
trash is treasure