The droplets fall
Each one a challenge
For this young face,
So fresh in the world
"I don't like water on my face,"
She said
With a tremble in her voice,
Trepidation turning to courage
(And it's not courage
If we're not afraid...)
Two brave pirouettes later
A new delight
A corner turned forever
Face bravely to the droplets
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