Rain
Running its race
I watch the rain
Trickling down
My windowpane.
Joining its friends
They form a line
Increasing the chances
Of bettering its time.
Pitter and patter
The hypnotic sound
As it travels the window
On its way to the ground.
Dripping and splashing
Collecting together
How interesting it can be
Watching the weather.
Rushing in streams
They group to a huddle
Wanting to be next
To land in the puddle.
That is where
Their race it does end
Accomplishing dreams
And meeting a friend.
Jaycee was not supposed to send to Jaycee...duh?
# 20 was to ALL! Oops!