Pitter patter, tiny taps of rainfall
plays ping pong on my panes.
Droplets pecking kisses on glass,
leaving half-drop spot remains.
Another pitter, another patter, and
droplet size makes gains.
Until the drops, too big to stick
run down the glass as veins.
Tiny snakes of tears shed, wiggling down
in shiny streaks and lanes.
Thanks to pitter patter, gluttony, drips and veins
my pane is cleared of dust and stains.