When it rains
It pours
Droplets of rain race,
Rushing to the bottom of the glass
Seems to be their only goal.
None ever win,
None ever lose.
By the time they reach the bottom,
They have changed.
They have seen new light.
They have fallen into deeper darkness.
They have forgotten themselves.
They have forgotten where they come from
What they care about
Who they love.
They question their very existence.
Nothing is the same when they reach the bottom.
Slipping down a glass pane may seem small to some,
But to others, it changes their world.
The glass moulds them into something new
Whether it is good or bad, they are changed.
And when they leave the glass
And fall to the ground
Who knows what happens.
It’s up to nature now.
Will they hit the ground hard?
Or will they find a puddle to weaken the fall?
