Watching Rain and Thinking Nothing

To watch a raindrop, I don't need knowledge of surface tension... Nor do I need to know about translucent qualities I just watched one race down a window pane - did it gather up others, gifting the ultimate watery joy of pooling or did it flatten everything in it's path preventing each from reaching it's own destiny... Another took the same path, but slower There are some caught in webs - they hold their shape and flutter about feeling the freedom of movement whilst safely cradled I'm sure I'm refracted within at least one raindrop, my fate encapsulated within a tiny world and unknown to me. Within I join the branches being whipped about by the wind, free but tethered... Can the wind itself be reflected and refracted? An invisible force's shape changed well beyond anyone's ability to comprehend even it's notion. Tiny ripples of seemingly nothing bouncing around. Another raindrop seeks and kisses all it passes, I'll report that one to the raindrop police with my raindrop phone... all energy feels attraction and repulsion rain drops