i was making friends with a raindrop, and admiring
the way he rolled, slowly and without
a trail of tears streaming down along above him.
and i admired the leisurely
way he dropped, picking his way in addition
and then the windshield wipers washed him away.
i thought i’d lost him, but the memory stayed
in form of mockery; how i’ve
trailed myself along in tears i’ve wept.
i’ve been a fury, blindly dashing downward
without thought for above.
i have tried to befriend
the raindrops but they have labeled me
not their kind as they stroll
silently down the windshield.