We won’t always be this way,
trudging through days of rain
with the world we thought we knew
turned upside down in the puddles at our feet,
draining into the gutters. 

One day the rain will let up 
& just like the little girl said,
the sun’ll come out
& we’ll remember what a clear day looks like
& can look like again. 

We’ll remember to look up from the sidewalk 
& greet our neighbors as we pass,
say hello, say how are you,
& listen for the answer,
whatever it is.