i was born in raining flowers
surrounded by melodies
and magic characters
i was born into love
with hands holding
reassuring touches
i was brought to a swimming pool
with long tangled hair
a blanket of safety for us.
but
i was then taken
to a red sandbox
the rain, so important
had to go
and i was sparse here too.
ill admit, sometimes i was lucky
because twice water filled the sandbox.
except it was stained red from the sediment
and i was left feeling grit on my skin.
but then
i was returned-
not to the raining flowers
to somewhere else
where there is wisdom in the grass
and the rain is gentle and clean
and i need this place
even if i am just
condensation on a cold glass
the rain is still within me