Unpredictable

• Melissa Steward, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

I watch a single drop of rain move down
The cold and foggy window. Slowly,

Pulled down by its own weight
Pausing now and then
As if to hesitate: unsure
Of which way to turn and
Which path to follow,
Of what to do next and
Where to leave its mark.

Narrowly dodging other droplets
On its indistinct journey
And crashing into others
With no regard for the influence they may have.

As it falls to the window sill I can't but smile.
The most perfect representation

Of me.