A poem based on observation and imagination as it rained — Down came the rain,
And washed the flowers out,
The humans didn’t want them anymore,
And bees don’t eat off the floor.
The trampeled down flowers,
Look up at their siblings,
Still safe in mommy’s lap Playtime is ov er for the birds,
They cramp up under trees,
And strucutres of concrete,
The…