a wish

Little Martha sat by the window and stared out at the sky.
She didn’t see the pink-white clouds, or the birds flying high.
She didn’t see the colours of the sun, the trees of every kind,
Or even the young moon, faint and slight: Martha, you see, was blind.
But as she waited for another black
Dark empty day to pass,
Growling angry rain clouds came
And hid the brilliant sun – oh so fast!
And little drops, tiny drops of sweet kind rain came down
Touching ever so gently her soft warm cheek and her frilly laced gown
The windowpane was raised up and the curtains drawn back too
And the rain, finding an open door, gleefully flew into
Martha’s spick and span little room
And settled on every space
And gleamed silvery on her mirror and
Light brown on her face.
And then, in a sudden miracle little Martha smiled
Because you see little Martha had suddenly realized
That no one, not even God up there was where she was right now.
And no one, no one in the world knew exactly how
It felt to be her – it felt to feel
Something you could not see
Something that came in its own sweet time
The delightful absolute glee
Of feeling something as a surprise-
Before you knew it was there
And giving you entire attention
To what you felt only – the soft breath of air
Or the soft touch of rain
Again and again and again…
And Martha by the window in the rain and the wind
Martha in her rain-washed room
Martha in her utter delight
Wished that very soon
It would rain again and the rain would catch her by the windowsill
And she wouldn’t forget the way to feel the way she just now did.