Fog leaves some of its particles.

Everywhere there is a spill,
The sky is not visible in the scene,
some particles are visible from afar,
we understand fog but some.

it's a reality,
something new fills,
There are drops everywhere,
Nothing is different.

Is this a miracle of science or,
God's gift,
It changes according to the season,
I can guess.

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