i fell -- or did the rain fall on me?
hard to tell, as i lie cold on the wet grass, staring up at the sky. if i blink,
i might miss the sun come out from it's hiding place in the broad heavens.
i'm not quite sure what for, or how long it will be, but i will wait.
some people follow rainbows, but i chase the solar star.
i finger raindrops in my palm,
and press kisses into the clouds to call the sun back to me.