the rain came and washed away the pollen
or so we thought
until the wind nudged the leaves along the sidewalk a bit
disturbing them in their slumber where the rough storm had left them be
and there underneath was the brightest yellow
where all had collected and gathered
protected
beneath the leaves
as the storm passed
and the day began
a perfect painting of what once was
and would not be again
I Might Need A Nap 