Rain

In the rain
I dream of old men
smoking cigars
in creaky bars
waiting for something
meaningful to happen
In the rain
I follow in the footsteps
of my mama
a girl in a flowery summer dress
waiting for someone
wonderful to steal her heart
In the rain
I glimpse aged dogs
napping in the shadow of trees
waiting for a child
to offer them sausage treats
before they die
In the rain
I see the flowers drooping
from the heaviness
of so many droplets
pounding
on their fragility
I take a photo
to remind myself that
rain is monumental
life-giving and destructive
all-in-one
In the rain I know this