There, on the window is a raindrop,
the beauty that will never end
going and going, on forever, never to stop.
Beginning at the top
then streaming down, with a bend,
going and going, on forever, never to stop.
There, on the window is a raindrop,
tranquility it brings, sadness, it can mend,
going and going, on forever, never to stop.
Dripping from atop
the glass as it begins to descend
plop, plop, plop.
There, on the window is a raindrop,
connecting with droplets, to blend
getting ready to fall, and drop.
Its shape is not unlike a dewdrop,
reaching across, as if it could extend
there, on the window is a raindrop
going and going, on forever, never to stop.
