Voices In My Head

A Droplet of Water

A Short Poem

Photo by Anant Jain on Unsplash

The rain against the cold,
hard surface lulls me.
Water forms into droplets,
each expanding until the weight
becomes too much to bear,
dragged down by gravity
on an uncontrollable course,
zig-zagging its way
to collision after collision
until it’s no longer recognizable
at the bottom of the sill.

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