What are days but hours, and what are hours if not drops sliding down the tin siding of a dusty range house? They form slowly at first from the mist at the vanguard of the nozzled garden hose. Each drop can be savored, making its way down the side of the house, picking up the dust. Then they're everywhere, coming at full force, scouring the dust and the dirt right off. The drops come so fast. They're not even recognizable, not appreciable. Then they're gone. Mostly. A bit of water left around evaporating, forming into drops, dripping away. Drying up.