walking, this morning, at 745, i looked around, saw the worms on the sidewalk, half dying, half dead. saw the birds and called the rain.

it will rain today i said.

and the sky was clear.

i went through my routine.

worked.

worked extra.

didnt work.

thought it best, and healthiest, if i ate dinner.

it rained.

hard warm rain that made my hair stick to my scalp.

that ran down my arms to my palms.

that felt so damn right.

i called the rain.

i wish you were here now.

i wish i was sure who i meant by you.

goodnight moon.