Rain Drop Poem by Martin Byrne

The rain dropp races
Across my window
As the car shoots by
Guard rails and young girls

The wind is pushing
Pressure on the drop
Stress and pain to get
Back to the main stream

Momentarily
the wind stops to let
One of the girls in.
My girl or my Girl?

It matters not for
I am the rain drop:
Controlled by stress so
Great, I can not stop

Pain swells as I pass
I don't see her face
I step on the gas
But keep my raindrops in place