One single drop
Welling up, in a dusty surface
Springs up and out
Seeking the path of least resistance
Fighting, it forges a path
No straight lines
Creating a meandering trail
Followed, but not exactly
By another drop
Rolling, gathering momentum
Creating worm path rivulets
On a dusty canvas
Beading, trickling, dripping
Pooling in any depression
Glistening in the sun
They dance and drip
Until wiped away with a careless gesture
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This is brilliant, it is so well described. Your words flow so well, adds to the rolling sweat. Very nicely captured in just a few lines. Love the last line.
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