Ode to Spring Rain
Sarah Brouwer
I want to stay standing in this rain,
Engulfed in the thick mud;
Producing a happiness not feigned
Through drops on my fingers.
I wish that I could look at the sky,
Feeling the falling drips,
Without pellets falling in my eyes.
But how can I complain.
You will bring flowers to me one day,
Though surely that day is not today.