It is rainingAs if nothing has happenedIt is raining And the trees stand thereAs they have for centuriesWatching  me and rememberingSympatheticBut unhelpful They’ve seen this sort of thing beforeA motherWeeping There are little leaves on the rose bushesWho will graduate into adult leavesThat will never rub shouldersWith your passing boyhoodNever Tiny flowers struggleTo become lucious … Continue reading It is Raining