On a scalding day my parched throat longed for refreshment.
I spotted a jug and set my heart upon it.
How thirsty was I that I poured myself a drink.
A devastating blow came that knocked it from my lips.
It was unfair, unjust, unexpected – were my brooding lamentations!
Not a sip was allowed, not a drop received.
The desperation of thirst had blinded my intellect.
All that I knew was the growth of my need and the lack of relief.
Too occupied were my senses to notice or perceive.
That, where the cup had fallen was left a puddle of acid.
Too ungrateful and ignorant was I to realize my surrounding location.
That, where I stood came gushing forth a delicious spring.
Too veiled was I and too rooted in the bitterness of the past.
I did not realize that it had started raining.
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