Water Drop On The Window Pane Poem by Dylan Attard

The water drop trickles,
Runs down the window pane,
Slides across the surface,
As I hear the driving rain.
The beauty of the water,
Is that it hides my tears,
It cleanses my body,
Drowns out all my fears.
The curse of the water,
Is that it flows straight through.
It's form is ever changing,
Unlike my love for you.
Another droplet falls,
It streaks across the window,
And fades right out of sight.
Into the darkness,
Consumed by the night.