Humans are like raindrops
Sliding down a windowsill, going through life.
In a zig-zag formation, they meet obstacles
And overcome them.
Some are cut short, they never make it as long as they could.
Some splatter across the glass, effecting other raindrops, violently leaving existence.
Some make it all the way down, perhaps peacefully.
But they all disappear, ending eventually at the hand of the windshield
But then the new raindrops
Immediately fill the spaces
The cycle continues for a time, sometimes short and sometimes for a long time.
But eventually the rain stops.
And the rain drops are no more.
Until another rain comes,
A new species born.
Written: 5/29/16
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PoesíaThoughts that I have, poems that I've never finished. Basically, my heart poured onto electronic pages. Also, tysm for the 300+ reads!! ^-^
