They fall heavily to the ground
Creating a roar with every pound
Falling dutifully to die
No one stops to mourn or cry
Everyone runs from their sacrifice
Not even thinking about it twice
For who would mourn a single drop?
When many others fall and don't stop?
Yet there are places where rain and animal blend
On battlefields both meet their end
Here soldiers mourn for their brothers
The rain realizes there are others
But still the rain dies in pain
Who would ever mourn for the rain?
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