Rhythm

 

Water dropping from a tap.

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Rhythm.

I don’t know if this is how this was supposed to work…but I had fun anyway. Hope you enjoy! Original is italicized, edits are plain.

Splashing. Water dripping. Slowly through the drain. Spilling over metal barriers. Falling freely into empty space. Bouncing off walls. Curling like waves. Jumping excitedly like raindrops on a cold day. Gaining ground, racing. Clinging to surfaces. Elongated, weighted. Gravity pulling them downward. Drip, drip. Echoes that follow the bouncing of the drops. Enhance the sound. Enhance the luster of the rust. Make it rustier. Singing softly through a speedy descent. Crying gently. Wandering feathers. Denser by gravity. Splash, splash. Collision and division. Separation into molecules. Extraction from unity. Creating a radius of specks. A radius of tears. Echoing noises. Small pit-patters of droplets falling. Parent drops are now reproducing. Small droplets collide. Collect. Make new drops. Sit on the ground. Transparent, fragile. Firm. Waiting. Flattened. A stain. Then, slowly fading. Air eats. Air is hungry for their taste. Eaten slowly, molecule by molecule. Risen to the heavens. Days later, they pour down again. The cycle is reborn. New drops explore. Drip-drip. Down the faucet. Through the drain. Into the sewer. Onto a surface. Into the air. Again, again. Again. Crying never stops. Gravity pushes it forever.

Splashing. Water drips slowly through the drain, spilling over metal barriers. Falling freely into empty space, bouncing off walls, curling like waves. They jump excitedly like raindrops on a cold day, gaining ground, racing. Clinging to surfaces elongated, weighted, gravity pulling them downward. Drip, drip. Echoes that follow the bouncing of the drops only enhance the sound, the luster of the rust (make it rustier). Singing softly through a speedy descent, they cry gently. They are like wandering feathers, but denser by gravity. Splash, splash. Collision and division is separation into molecules; extraction from unity. They create a radius of specks, a radius of tears. There are echoing noises of small pit-patters of droplets falling, parent drops are now reproducing. Small droplets collide and collect, making new drops. They sit on the ground. Transparent, fragile, firm and waiting. Flattened or a stain. Then, slowly fading as air eats. Air is hungry for their taste and they are eaten slowly, molecule by molecule; risen to the heavens. Days later, they pour down again. The cycle is reborn. New drops explore. Drip-drip. Down the faucet, through the drain, into the sewer, onto a surface, into the air. Again, again. Again. Crying never stops. Gravity pushes it forever.

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