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.