Friends Like Raindrops

Like raindrops on windshields
So are my friends to me.
Some just hit the surface,
And hang just at that spot.
Others hit and slide right down,
And slowly trickle off.

Some leave deep etched furrows,
Forge a path through what is there;
Some hit hard and heavy,
Run into others, then disappear.
Some all pool together,
Form a mass, and blow right off.

And yet a few cling tightly,
And blow off to the side.
They seem to seep off the edge,
Blow back and come inside.
These are the rarest of them all,
I feel their gentle mist.

They are my most loyal friends
And prove that hope exists.
The others act the part of friends,
But quickly roll away.
They only serve to show to me,
The value of the ones who stay.