Patterns



As the raindrops fall on dry concrete floor,
Watch the circular spots merge into whole.
How quickly the patterns are formed and 
how ephemeral is their existence,
Just like the glistening drops on thy lens.

As the rain the sky gets filled with the hues of blue again,
Look at the spirals and the eddies that form.
When you swirl your finger in that puddle created after that storm.

Shapes of galaxies far away appear the same,
Bringing back the universe to you in your frame.
By holding onto this moment of bliss,
Make sure that this sense of belonging you do not miss.

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