Through the rain sleet ideas,
sometimes hitting nothing at all,
occasionally striking a mind,
settling in only the most receptive nodes:
planting seeds of inspiration
from which spring the roots
of creativity.

But like apple pips planted by a child,
though thrust into fertile soil,
and watered with clock like regularity,
rarely do they bloom.

In the right conditions, however,
the seeds germinate,
and the fruit borne
is the oil
in the engines of
science and
art.

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