They pull out from clouds,
high in the sky.
They come in millions,
Can't seem to skip them.
They define elements, molecules and atoms.
Dots of fluid in a straight line,
They travel from a distance beyond what the eye can see.
They are sometimes crystal and sometimes dusty.
They are like vomits,
giving us back our wastes.
Reminding us that our deeds,
have a way of coming back to us.
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