Rainfall

I am the rain that comes and goes.

What I write sprinkles down into this lake.

This man-made, artificial collection of water.

Dammed up with pressure building.

Sometimes there’s a drought and the collected water yearns for more rainfall.

Other times it pours and pours and…

…when it does the dam must be opened, lest it be overcome.

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