Because
Smiles are earned through autonomy
And are beautiful,
Of heaven
That’s what is forgotten
In the documented,
The crestfallen
Stabs at containment
The fact is,
It’s raining too hard
For stasis
It’s raining need,
Which is voluptuous, vituperative rage,
It’s raining confusion,
Change, with heads swiveling round,
And finally,
It’s raining smiles,
With my hands clenched, my whole body shaking
Front and center, oblivious, useless