As the droplet trickled,
Slowly, yet steadily,
Following a path,
Formed previously,
By its predecessor,
Small turns and twists,
Yet sure of its goal,
Pulled gently by gravity,
My mind waited,
For the next to appear.
Consumed in this experience,
Of a droplet passing by,
What I did not notice,
Was the expanse,
Of the cloudy blue sky,
The sun coming out,
Playing hide and seek,
Caught up in the trickling sight,
On a cold autumn morning,
Staring at a little droplet,
On my bedroom skylight.
