We, who leaned out of our ledges
this morning
we, who were too old or awkward
to extend an arm
to draw in the rain
we, who were few and far between
balconies
we, who could count all of us
on two fingers or three
we who stood in each other's presence
desiring company

did not know that
we who leaned out of our ledges
this morning were what made the rain
this beautiful