The rain continues; the trees dance.
The wind is getting wild. Enough light remains
for me to see the drama. It’s like watching
white caps on Saginaw Bay when a storm
whips the gray waters. The trees,
I think, may like to flex now and then,
to feel their own strength and resilience.
Us, too, I tell them. It’s good to see
sometimes, how far we all can bend.