There's a tall tree in the backyard.
In the summer its branches are full with lush of rows
of fat tapered leaves. When it rains, sometimes I lay in
bed with the blinds pulled up and watch the branches
sway back and forth.
Little beads of water on the tip of each leaf.
When it pours, like today, I can imagine that I'm some place
tropical, like I'm laying on the rainforest floor. I can imagine
I hear the swish of the wet leaves in the wind, and the steady
pitter patter of rain hitting each sodden green teardrop.