I find myself in odd moments
repeating a nursery rhyme
out of the blue
complete with the hand movements

Crazy, you say
for a 41 year old woman
to be singing about a rained on spider
without a small child
anywhere near?

I was starting to think so.

But then I realized
that it has been a season of
spirit drenching rain.

One catastrophe biting
at the tail of the next.

So my inner child came out to play.
Smile, she said.
the sky is blue, she said.
The rain brings new life, she said.



*. . . and the eensy weensy spider went up the spout again