A FEW DROPS

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

The rain just teases
and stays away,
a few drops and
a bit of wind.

The birds sing on, perched
on their branches.
I stay in bed
with numbered days.

Perhaps I'll snap out
out of this funk,
sing like the birds,
dance in the rain.

This rain is just fine.
Maybe later
it will burst and
chase the birds and

their song. I'll be up
and change my clothes.
I'll face the world
with a bit of hope.