There are droplets of rain which never dry,

remain splattered on the surface.

I wish to touch them.

Sun passes over but they simply reflect,

like some constant in this ever changing world.

I wish to understand them.

Spherical in appearance and precarious in strength,

shielding the ones they fall on.

I wish to learn from them.

Undying in spirit but dead due to drop,

yet ever present for their virtue.

I wish to be one of them.