Rain

Softly falling against the windshield. I watch a single drop meander down the edge. It’s path guided by the wind. The wipers relentless in their pursuit. Each pass closer than the last.

The journey down the window is complete. It’s lifespan marked by the trail of it’s journey.

I wonder if it felt the coolness of the glass. I wonder if it understood its impermanence. I wonder what it feels like to evaporate.

Day 2 of my writing challenge – 30 minutes, 1 topic, post the results.

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