Splattered Rain

Like Rain
Splattered on a windshield
                    Falling and growing
And losing itself
            And becoming another
   Raindrop falls  
Helpless
But while falling
              Still free
Then hits
                        The ground
                            The tree
                                 Or the windshield

I hit the windshield

Rain does not refuse space
                           It embraces you
                      Melts around you
                    It doesn’t shut you out
                Refuse to let you sit down
           It doesn’t say
“I’m sorry, there’s no more room here.”
Rain doesn’t speak at all
   Only watches
         YOU
             Walk across the street
                 With your friends
And laugh
    As she slips closer to the edge
          Of the car
               And suddenly
                   Becomes aware of
   The abyss of the street below