Ever look at the raindrops on a car window? How most of them look completely still?
Except one…that one that runs down
Colliding with every other drop in its way, pulling them down with it until
Finally. They’ve reached the end. They’ve splattered.
In a thousand tiny droplets, but not like their prior state
No, they’ve changed and now they’re waiting
Waiting on another accelerating drop to crash into them. They wait.
In silence, completely inactive; helpless.
Reminiscent on how they were once further up on the glass
Breeze blowing, trees glistening
The light glaring through with sparkles and just like that
One raindrop changed it all.
Now they’re too small, too tiny, too broken to resist
They wait as drop after drop smash away bits and pieces;
Taking parts with them for souvenirs to cherish
Until there are no more parts
No more bits, no more pieces. Every fragment lost
Scattered away in hundreds of different droplets
Almost as though they were never there. Almost,
As though they didn’t once rest on the black tint one rainy April day.