Sometimes, especially when it rains,
I feel so sorry for us all. Not just for me,
but for the neighbors down the road,
and this one’s brother and that one’s wife.
All of us. Everywhere.
I walk outside when the rain stops,
just to breathe the soft air, to clean my heart
and clear my mind.
And there you are, little flower, drops of rain
perched on your petals and leaves,
dancing, regardless.