Going out after the rain has stopped
Rows of diminishing raindrops
hanging on park benches, fences,
leaves, occasionally falling
one-two,
one (two&one)
falling into
joining
puddles
rippling the reflection
of retiring storm clouds
leaving town;
a young school girl
holds out her hand
palm open to the sky:
all she catches is sunshine.
She steps out remembering
the umbrella in her bag.
***
Work has taken quite a bit of my energy lately. I've decided I'll just ride with the ups and downs.
