The Rhythm in The Rain

The old woman, in the wheelchair, an amputee
with a toddler balanced on the stump of that amputated leg.
She uses the whole leg to propel the wheelchair
with her and the little girl toward the open front door.
The screen door is closed.

They sit in silence,
hearing the rain bounce off the concrete steps,
smelling the dust of summer rise in the bouncing rain.
The calming rhythm of the rain as the grandmother gently embraces her granddaughter
they quietly share the peaceful moments.

I find that peace still
remembering nana
in the rhythm in the rain.