The rain stopped beating aginst the green windowpane. Still stained with today's storm the panes put forward a question around the inevitable.
The most resilient drops have now also given up their quest and either slide or drip their ways down, ledge by ledge. The more pessimistic drops crash and shatter upon impact with the ledge below. Those with faith, hopefully clinging to the glass to make their way inside, suffer the prolongment of their despair. They too will fall, but their faith is not in vain. After all, if all they have left are a few moments, isn't that better than none?
When the tape is broken and you've lost the race, how will you cross the line?
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