The rainbow in the storm

The ancient eavesdropper

Rain splashes against the glass
leaving its face anonymous.
Blurred features, wet mask
to conceal identity –
no one notices anyway.
Humans don’t even remember
the touch of water on their skin,
too busy opening umbrellas,
afraid of unpredictable showers
that smear makeup
and reveal imperfections.
Despite careful steps, their clean
dress shoes are muddied
by puddles they used to jump in.
While we may have time inside
to stare at the rainbow after the storm subsides,
our sense of wonder is lessened for not being part
of the water’s cycle – we are dry non-participants,
rarely soaking in the transitory moments nature gives
that awaken the child in the adult once again.

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