Another Rainfall

(another "based on a true story")

Rain was falling
like so many
stormy days she had
endured, so numerous
were they that she
scarcely noticed water
let alone merriment
tapping her on the shoulder.

Then the boy arrived
bearing a belated gift:

“Look!” “ Look!”
“It’s raining!”

(Elated gestures
cannot be portrayed
with mere words)

Head tilting up, lids tickled
her eyes open.

Sweet wetness falling
from the heavens moisten a
world-weary soul with
long forgotten delight.

Will we dare to bolster
people whose gift is
turning joyless heads
skyward?