Droplet

Droplet

Tracing the water droplet
on the car window slowly
curve its way up to the
top, joining the other drops
of rain, your brethren.

I used to imagine that rain drop was you,
gliding and ascending up to
‘heaven’, where all our friends
can be joined together, except me.

I see you like a shooting star
grow smaller and smaller, until
you reach our friends and
together, you all can make the
the trek to the top.

I know the idea was silly.
But I was young and somehow,
having that notion to
cling onto made the rain
all the more special.

Like it still is now.