Rain Drops
It was not the first
Or the last,
But it was the one
I watched,
From beginning to end.
Striking the pane,
It clung,
Alone,
And disrupted.
Then it grew too heavy,
And began
To fall
Again.
Progress was slow,
‘Til it joined another.
And then,
Together, they ran.
Joining another and another,
The family of droplets
Made their way.
In the end,
They pooled on the sill,
And waited f…
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