When you think of the humble raindrop,
Altering its shape by gravity
Taking the form of a clear wall, or corona in the stream
Each little drop, falls, chasing the others
Round drops and Rainbows cascade,
Falling into a pool down below.
Always constantly moving
Lovingly powered by the
Lakes and streams and clouds from above.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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