A car racing through the night
In the rain
On a side window
Two droplets
Of many
Quiver and shake
Gripping in fierce determination
Forward momentum
Ironically urges them back
Other droplets
Release
Gliding down in rapid arcs
Or join
Combining forces as larger pools
These two remain
Side by side
Closer together
Incremental movement
Towards a single path
Still quivering
Still separate
The car rounds a corner
Forces shift
These beads move closer
Scientifically weighing the risk
The rewards
Two bloated reflections
Of a world
Standing still and rushing past
Another turn
A bump to the right
Fearful perfect spheres
Shudder and strain
Stretch long to unite
The wheel catches in a rut
A jump in the scene
One fresh droplet
Breaks apart
Too soon
Shattering and dissolving
Dispersed from the car
Returned to the rain