Drip Drip Drip.

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip.

There is a persistent drip.

This drip does not quit. Or hit a different note. Or sit around in silence, or make a funny joke.

This drip is like a rhyme in a line from Dr Seuss. Dropping like a pebble, not floating like a kite. Descending in the evening, and onwards through the night. And the drip keeps dripping when I watch, and when it’s out of sight.

One day it will stop, of course, but not, oh not just yet.

And it’s probably a metaphor for something.

But what that something is

I forget.

Drip drip drip.