And the rain that didn’t fall today
would have sounded like other rain,
each note both random and precise.
And the wind that didn’t blow today
would have come in like a prophet
whispering its usual secrets.
And the sun that didn’t shine today
would have lingered by the door,
searching its purse for a lost key.
And you who didn’t come today
would have heard the silence between,
and translated for the east wind,
and brewed more tea for the sun.
