Raindrops

Have you ever watched rain on a window? Each drop is unique: it has its own shape; Its own distribution; and its own flow. And every drop finds bottom - no escape. True, some find it sooner than the others, But all find it, an immutable fate. You never see one attack another For possessions, or some cause of hate. No, for raindrops only run together. And they couldn’t, if they tried, deprecate Company on the Journey - all the better. In fact, they have a hunger you can’t sate- A hunger to pool, to ally, to join Together in one great drop. A single race. For they are all water, and to adjoin Is but to accept another with grace. Beauty is not found in the rigidness Of a drop’s tail of tales. No, it is found In a brotherhood and in a closeness Of tails and tales, together bound, unbound.