Outside my window traces
of the falling rain
the trees dark green and still against
the pale grey sky
the garden dormant
hungry birds
collecting at the feeder
while we stay home
respect the spreading death
a year of global plague
that should unite us
people everywhere against
a common enemy
and yet there's news
of wars, of violence
old habits we still haven't
learned to shed
the rain is coming harder now
pelting the roofs of houses
up and down the street
the ground welcomes the rain
keeping it safely
stored for the still distant spring