A raindrop rolls down the cold window pane
Rushing to meet its death
In an evaporated attempt
To live once again.

Dropped from miles above
Created from the land of lakes
Departing into a new place.

Harnessing life with its minerals
And wet interface
Cold to touch
Pulling toxins back into the mud.

A journey that seemed quick
For life forms that understand
Concerning the attempt of fate
In an untroubled state.

Hesitating its mistake
As it lands in the wrong place
Absorbed by a window pane
Death seemed quick
As a watcher
Drinks hot liquid
With an evaporating heart rate.

Photo by Das Sasha

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