Drip
Drip
As each raindrop lands upon my windshield
Each there own shape
None a perfect droplet
Some racing down to make there ends
Some comfortable remaining where they rest
Some merging to form one big droplet
They share my windshield
They have no envy
No distrust
But they should
As the windshield wiper will end them all
Smearing them
They are no longer droplets
Just smears