The heartbeat of the drops caused a pitter-patter against the window,
As I watched them race each other to the bottom.
The clearness in their shapes - all uniquely different,
Had always transpired some odd hope in me.
A gloomy day for one; an eventful day for them.
But who would make it to the bottom first?
The one raindrop that seemed a little lumpier
After it had swallowed five its friends already on the way down,
Or the smaller drop - just a mere baby,
Who has carefully driven itself away from surrounding drops.
I watch as a mother, proud of her young ones,
Mutually cheering on them both.
The plumper seems happy, racing as lightning speed
without a care in the world.
The younger is strategizing, trying to navigate through
Like the skill was the most important thing.
Yet, both tried their best, and in the end,
they both reached the bottom,
while attending to different strategies.
More raindrops fall from the sky,
and the race for two continues again.
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