Today I saw a Raindrop

A perfect sphere unblemished by the filth and sadness of the city it was in. It reflected clearly, with uncommon understanding, the world, and somehow made it brighter. I wonder, as it rolls down my windshield, how it managed to stay so whole. I see, in this tiny raindrop, a universe of sound, of rhythm, thought. And I thank a god I don’t believe in that I am seeing raindrops on my windshield where once I felt tears on my face.