the raindrops on roses
are the teardrops from kittens
floating on the breeze
to play is their mission
they dance with dead leaves
and tussle your hair
they lick at your skin
and leave red there
they yowl through storms
and purr with the rain
they lie still sometimes
when it’s a calm day
but next time the wind whips
remember they like to play
keep them happy
to hold tornadoes at bay
and the wind will be calm
for another day
- E. Lexi Abbott
E. Lexi Abbott 