Raindrop Races

Face pressed to the car window, cool with condensation,
Raindrops at the starting line in eager anticipation
A small bump in the road, and there they go!
They race to the finish at the bottom of my window

With unbroken concentration, I watch them descend,
Trickling down the glass to a thrilling race’s end
I root for the one on the right, though I don’t know why
Coming down to the wire, it could be a tie!

Then when it seems as if the race is fully run,
My choicest droplet merges with another one!
Now sprinting, he reaches the bottom first,
Quenching an awaited victory’s thirst

Now older, I must admit I have outgrown
Watching these races, caught in one of my own
Running towards success, I spend all my time
Advancing in a race with no finish line