You wrangled

Another round

Of raindrop-tears,

Didn’t you?

You need it.

You drink it.

You have a well

That can never be

Well-watered

And what a group of friends you have

Who know your story well

We will dabble

In daily doses

Of dutiful offering

We love you

And are sympathetic

To your plight

And of course

You are allowed

To mourn

But love back soon

Don’t ride the rail too long

Quit drinking one more round to the pain

Because there will be

Great disappointment

If we don’t get to march

In the parade of your return