Kate Tully When I Look at Rain
When I look at rain, I see the clouds cry. Why are the clouds crying? I ask the sky.
They’re fighting again, darling. But I wonder what about, As I hear Big Cloud snarling. Maybe they got in an argument, I think to myself, Maybe a young cloud was upset? His tears on my window. I see the tiny hills. They fall upon my window pane, All in the shape of pills. But when I look at rain, I see the beauty in the clouds’ pain. I see the future flowers blooming, While the bees buzz, The birds sing, Brown bears feel wind on their fuzz, The trees turn green, The sky turns blue, 58
