The sky seemed heavy
The sun was hidden
The veil as if it fell
From the beauteous facade
Of that terrible day.
It was raining heavy, thundering
The train was on schedule
And gliding up the trail.
I watched outside the window
As the little drops of rain
Came hailing down at us.
I saw a drop of rain
As it slid as dainty as could be
Slowly down the glass.
I watched it well to see
It could hold on how long
Meandering on the glass
As cool as a fairy in the wind
As it’s told in the books
And then it caught my sight
There was a heavy drop
Sliding, rather, dragging across.
I didn’t like the look of it
Coming hurling at the dainty one.
It creeped into its sphere
And pulled it down
That vile existence.
I watched as it tumbled down
Pulling along the little ones
And then at last came the end
As that monstrous drop fell off.
I watched the others for a while
How if one was too heavy
It pulled the others along
To its own devilish end.
I didn’t know how long it was
That I had stared at them all
But then my eyes were heavy too
And I dozed off to sleep
But the worse part was when
I woke up to a chilly dawn
In that leather seat of train
And looked again at the window pane
And saw that it was warm
And there was no sign of water on it
Except one little drop
Sheltered under a crook
Isolated from the open plane.
It had rolled its way there
Sheltered, safe and one
And the only one.

~Adritah