I generally prefer to keep my windows open when it rains. Sometimes I’m forced to close them out of consideration for fellow travelers. Sometimes there are no windows, just fixed glass. On times like this, I look at the water drops running across the glass and think to myself, ” They are like fish, racing across the glass, turning ever so slightly towards tinier drops and gobbling them up.”
There seems to exist for that brief spell, an alternate universe on my pane, where the little drops are alive!