Raindrops on Window Panes

There is something so peaceful about watching raindrops on windows. Right now I am sitting in my car doing just that. There must be thousands of drops on my windshield. I start by watching one drop and waiting for it to realize its potential and fall down the window in a wonderful vertical streak. Each drop has its potential energy, it just needs to raise its mass to allow gravitational force to over come the friction between the drop and the windshield. Ever since I was kid I loved to watch the raindrops on windows. It wasn’t about about fluid dynamic or physics back then though. I loved to watch the melodrama unfold. I imagined the angst and stress upon each drop. I saw them as people. Struggling to make a connections, to grow and build momentum. They just needed another drop to join them and then they can go away on an adventure. They can realize their potential. All while watching the others around stagnant and sullen. 

It just stopped raining…. the drops on my window are frozen in place. They have nothing to push them. They are stuck. It looks to be a tragedy. Hundreds of drops all with potential and possibility, just sitting there. The car next to me has a few thousand drops on it as well and they aren’t moving either… Wait. I see one drop on the windshield begin to move. The wind must have blown it together with another drop. It is moving down the window, slowly slowly it moves. It is defiant, maybe even spiteful, it is forcing it’s way down and picking up speed. It is incorporating everything it touches and leaving the bits behind it doesn’t need. It made it. 

The only thing I want at this moment is for the rain to come back. The angst around me is suffocating.