The dog is standing at the door
Sensing your return
While all the trees outside
Flutter and shake
In the warm spring breeze
Which can only mean one thing,
Rain
And rain for days

As the children outside
Make up games
And dirty their clothes
And feet

You are watching from the window
Of your two story apartment
And your nerves,
Feeling much like the trees,
Tug at your brain
And make it all seem so useless
And unforgiving

As the giant
Caregiver
Weeds his garden
And waters his grass
For days