The rain hammers the Earth,
Yet the young robins fly
In the air—-a dance more delicate
Than their movements on a clear day

They pluck at the worms
Who begin to resurface
From the Earth—-it’s a miracle
That their species servives

Thunder rattles all of the homes;
It rolls farther & farther
Into the distance, shrinking away
Like a cowering animal

It begins to pour harder—-the
Wind & water reach my face
& tickle my toes, enabling me
To inhale, & I feel as if

I can breathe