fluid motion

I watched a single drop of rain
travel down my window pane
luring me to join him
he mirrored independence
always refusing to cohere
with any other in his path
which reminded me of myself
and so I went along

I was absorbed by his companionship
and the travel without bounds
reflecting perfectly in each other
until the sun escaped the clouds
drying all within its path
and now I sit alone again
consumed by the memory
and praying for the rain