Why

Rain blessing the ground
woke me today.
But my thoughts are with the people
who fell from the sky.
And the field of sunflowers,
full of scattered lives.
And the children,
who are done with school forever.

When the shower passes
There’s the sound of birds
And someone at prayer.
A sacred moment, made poignant
by a plane passing overhead.
God, I keep saying,
Like the prayer and the birds, and the rain.
You made them alive, and now ………