Sometimes

When the wind is cool,

And the flowers fall,

Gently,

Almost in a waltz,

Almost in song,

Swirling in mid air,

Churning the void

Between sun and shadow,

I sometimes wish for rain.

Maybe, 

Someday, it will wash 

Those tears falling from the trees

That dance, sing and glimmer

And always rest peacefully

On dust or gravel or stone.