Soft rain day

                                   

A soft rain falls,
tickling the spiky hair
of the tall teen tree
dancing, waving, giggling --
if rather stiffly;
as if self-consciously.

Cars swoosh the road rain,
a kinder, softer spin
sympathetic to the boy
who sleeps in,
putting off algebra.

And the mother sits
mixed,
wondering how much
to give and take -- and say
of this soft rain day.