The first spring storm weeps my larger family
back to life.

My silent siblings smile
and stretch branches in the wind;
I hug every trunk hello.

Grandmother Sky pats my head
with loving, watery fingers.

All my raindrop cousins
want to play tag;
I am It
a thousand times over.

Maria is coping with the current crisis by planting sprouting vegetables, taking silly pictures of her cats, and binge-watching The Chosen.