Drip Drip Drip,
The water scatters.
Swish swish swish,
The wind cascades.
Shhhh,shhh,shhh,
The trees brush.
But a rock with no sound,
Bounced.
Its pain was vibrant,
But so was its persistence.
The water, wind, the trees.
Nothing is the same, that's true,
But some are injured,
and only need to be noticed.
Everything creates ripped,
But may not always be from water.