"water Spots"

While I observed a single drop of rain. From among the multitude that pelted my window pane. So simple were my thoughts, yet complex in a way. God had specifically chosen, this drop to fall today! My attention being directed, by God, I must say. To this particular drop of rain, that danced as if at play. As I was soon to discover, the story it had to tell. Would be entirely different from other drops that fell. As it ran down the glass it picked up speed. I thought, in jest, what fool but I, would pay a raindrop heed? I knew by then, this was not mere happenstance. As a beautiful butterfly appeared, I took a second glance. In my selfishness I had seen, a window washing chore. But for God's, tiny creature, this raindrop meant much more. As the butterfly, sat tasting heavens brew. I thought, perhaps God, was telling me, I needed more to do.