Rain Drops

Rain drops trickle down my car's broke windows,

Collecting as one and trailing away

As If their company each one impose,

However, there wanders a few astray.

 

Ostracized by their isolated state

Or perhaps not as quick as the others,

Those few drops hold a solitary fate,

Yet for their paths, have been given druthers.

 

While many give away, trickling along

Those lonely few's impressions will prolong.

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[quinfinn]

i always used to postulate the dilemmas of the slower trickles on the car window in the rain...i would get tickled, bemused at the thought that the friendlier drops which had stopped to congregate had a slower fall because they had united in strength with others and that those which were of single mindedness simply plummeted hurriedly to their downfall. i love this poem. i love any write which gives me pause to think. well penned!