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