The girls drum their fingernails

Lightly

Not like real drumming

More like timid rain.

Their nails extend

Two nail lengths past

If they didn’t last time why

Would they now

If last time the world was on fire

They put it out with water and wrote about it in the news and got themselves quoted

The sky cries

with rain.

The sky snows for every whispered secret

from under thick blankets

in the dark

for the kid in everyone

that finds joy

the sky hugs with snow.