Do you remember When we Raced raindrops on our windows? When long car journeys left us Tired and irritable – But then came The rain. We would point and shout Excitedly pressing our hands up to the glass Tracing our fingers along their shimmering trails So close to the raindrops on the Other side. We would claim them as our own Athletes in a rain race We would cheer them on And laugh at the loser As they hurtled so very delicately To the finish. Then when mum and dad Got tired of our little games And they would roll down the windows Let in the rain Exposed to the storm outside We shrieked and screamed And dissolved into laughter. Memories like that, Make our current car journeys Seem just that bit quieter.