After Rain

After the rain, Sugary leaves Climb up to their treetops. They were so rudely knocked down. After the rain, Voices tap on window panes, Soft and quiet, And ready for rain. After the rain, The rocking chair pauses, And little feet patter Over floorboards After the rain, The worms sink down into the earth And the birds Rest on blades of grass, Green and bowing With rain. After the rain, The light in the window turns on, And she peers out, Nose smashed up against the glass To watch the clouds breathe after the rain.