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