Sometimes, when it's raining,
I find myself watching raindrops
Collecting on a window,
Trying to merge together
And continue onwards,
Down, down, down,
Until the rain picks up,
And the droplets fall
In steady streams,
Like tears from above,
Pooling on the lip
Of the window before
Pushing themselves over,
Down to the puddles below them.
And then I wonder if anyone else
Ever thinks about the life
Of a single raindrop, or knows
Just how beautiful the rain is,
Or realizes the reasons I can
Never stay upset when it rains,
Because sometimes I feel like I'm
The only one who really notices
The raindrops collecting themselves
On windows...