Perhaps, to you I am nothing but a mere rain droplet,
but not just any rain droplet,
one that falls with such grace from its cloud
and lands perfectly on the upper left corner of your windshield.
So then, in that very moment I land
you are thinking of nothing else.
And since you have nothing else to think of
you will have to think of me:
that annoying little rain droplet
on the upper left corner of your windshield.
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