It will come again

The Future . . . is waiting for us,
We cannot forgo, what light may come,
Rain above . . . pours endless,
We collect the beads, sometimes more than some.

Diamond, shine . . . looked at through rain drop glass,
What do you see, as the Sun’s light beyond,
Glistening to our eyes . . . hope comes so fast,
Wait do you feel, you blinked, hope see is gone

-Sterling

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