drop.

These drops of rain;

which glissade down the glass of a window pane

Take me back in time, back in place

Except,

All I treasure is a terrified smile and a stark face.

Then there is this drop of few,

the morning dew;

An eye that had shimmer both in wind and in rain,

Could make your heart go tempestuous

Make you insane.

Thy search, my hope;

All in vain

Is this that tear drop; here on my window pane.