You and I are like raindrops on glass -
Two separate droplets haltingly moving
down a window pane following a summer storm.
With gentle fate our paths converge.
Absorbing each other, we make a
smooth, gradual acceleration.
Now one in movement,
on a direct continuum we move,
until our blended spent dropp evaporates.
July 26,1998
Elisa M. Golden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raindrops-3/
