This morning

without thinking too much about it I opened the window,
and then later napped
and when the rain came it poured into the kitchen,
showering all the brown boxes I keep under the ledge.

I awoke and felt heartbroken
at the site of the boxes
and the sill soaked, water mixing with dust.

But, the plant that spends much of its time their
was so damp and pleased
it was hard to be completely miserable.