Raindrop

A little drop of rain
  Sat on the window ledge
And as I watched he moved
  Somewhat closer to the edge.

Slowly on and on until
  Over the side he started to slip
But held on earnestly
  Trying not to slip.

While he was hanging there
  I noticed there were more
Following along behind him
  In a parade of sorts.

As one came near to him
  Faster than the others
He let go all at once
  And went to join his brothers.

- Edna Huber (1971*)