Rain Races

Saturday afternoon, I find myself observing raindrops on the car window as children do.  Awe and wonder still abound, but I now actively ponder the cohesive properties at work.  Each drop lands on the window and glides across the speeding surface, leaving a trail of itself behind.  All of a sudden, one fat bulb violently smacks the glass and jolts me from my innocent surveillance.  More and more drops splatter forcefully – smack! smack! smack! on the glass like an angry painter splashing heavy streaks of color onto a spotless canvas.  The window becomes streaked with paths of tiny, broken droplets.  Then comes silence, and once again the raindrops race.



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