Raindrops and Worlds

Raindrops on the window
Effortlessly turn and hold the world
Upside down – just for fun
Each raindrop plays with the same world
So I wonder how many there are
No really, how many are there?
Raindrops and worlds
Everything on this planet is limited
And infinite at the same time
Nothing is supposed to leave
Yet light is energy
It enters from the sun
And never seems to leave
What about our souls?
What about our spirits?
Other things we can’t see -
Do they leave? Do they stay?
Does it matter?