Not Like the Rain

A Client Perspective

Jun 8

1 min read

Updated: Jul 7

Roots do not trust the rain immediately.

They remember drought.

Long stretches between plentiful showers

that seemed to last longer

than the leaves could bear.

The tree remembers

watching its leaves fall,

unable to gather them back.

Brittle.

Still.

Alone.

Then one day,

a woman arrived

with a small watering can.

The tree did not drink.

Yet every week

she returned.

Watering the same patch of earth.

And slowly,

the roots reached.

I think I see

a new leaf

springing from a branch.

Growth,

beginning again.

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