Second Childhood

[poliphilo]

 I was watching raindrops race one another down the window pane. Sometimes they go fast, sometimes they dawdle and sometimes one of them will pause or hit obstacles so it's a real race. Unpredictable. You could place bets. Sometimes they run together and became one.

And then I remembered a poem by A.A. Milne on just this subject. I looked it up. It's called "At the Window" and it's in Now We Are Six- the second collection of Christopher Robin poems. The child in the poem follows the progress of two raindrops- one called James and the other called John. John is his favourite. John wins. Well I never,  I don't believe I've thought of that for sixty years or more......