A world in motion

I'm driving in the rain,
looking at the window.
There are one hundred droplets,
not exactly, i havent counted,
because,
Fxck that.
rolling along minding their own business.
All with their own lives.
Different paths they follow,
sometimes together.
Others, on occasion, alone.
That sucks.
I think in the confusion though,
most are simply thrown together,
for all I can see they have no choice,
no fate, no love or destiny.
But that is them and I am me.
What do I care of the people out the window?