Too much rain makes us feel impatiently human
As we rock our children to sleep
They, collectively, shake their hands
No more
We place them into their cribs
And listen to the drops fall
None of this is hidden
Watch any single piece of rain fall onto an overturned bucket
First you’ll see the one become many
Second you’ll remember the sound of growth
Sleepily we close the windows
The rain will not stop
However, we are not ready to lay ourselves down
Our children will awaken
We’ll hear them well
as they play with their imaginations
asking us to come along
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
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