Day Number 119

Last night, the rain raged for six
hours straight, for me to wake up to
a rainbow-filled window
in my soft plush fuzzy bedsheets.

For a child named Alma in Gaza
to drink from a pool of collected raindrops
under the rubble.

For a child named Zain in Gaza
to take a shower outside a UN tent.

For a child named Huda in Gaza
to raise her hands to the god of rain
and pray for a ceasefire.