A single drop of morning rain just landed on a drum
And there upon arrival was greeted by its hum
Intriguing, thought another drop, and chose a sleepy lake
Big cousin rippled in return as it began to wake
The third drop falling through the sky was truly mesmerized
But disappointed as it rolled off glass above those eyes
Thus, one by one, the drops came down all seeking something new
They had a plan, like us, then found if vision had come true.