Don’t Weep for Me
Rain, incessant in its downward progression,
falls on already saturated landscapes.
Windows, once newly washed, no longer gleaming,
marred instead by the tracks of Nature’s damp tears.
Our view on wet world, blurred and yet crystal clear,
into ev’ry life, a little rain must fall,
but, do not weep for me in this wet weather,
weep for those, whom Covid never gave a choice.