Chasing Rainbows

Windshield wipers swish,
steady as eyes of fish,
the quiet workers blink,
as hopes of the sun sink.

They couldn't help but wonder,
through the lightning and the thunder,
how every little raindrop,
is enough to make their thoughts stop.

Somehow it's a shame,
because we think it's all the same,
we're all playing the same game,
of chasing rainbows and counting raindrops.

Never will we know,
the true way of how things grow,
as our ideas become a star,
and our eyes can't see that far.

Raindrops, stars, and rainbows too,
as you would guess might give us a clue.

Bu no one seem to notice,
and no one seems to care,
something lovely as a lotus,
or a quick moment to spare.

For it doesn't take much time,
not just a simple little rhyme,
or something as impossible as,
Chasing rainbows and counting raindrops.