Love Like a Hurricane (or "Funeral Flowers Bring Bridal Showers")

The shiftless body is placed in the ground.

The displaced earth is gently returned to its original resting place.

Ceremoniously, one scoop at a time, the dirt falls until the burial is complete.

A kind and weary hand pats the mound,

One last time.

And with that, the rain begins to fall, soaking in to unsettled soil.

Weeks and months go by and still the rain falls.

Finally realizing its call, life creeps slowly from the grave.

The rain fades slightly, in awe of the miracle it has seen.

Slowly, gradually, firmly, strongly, over months and years, life flourishes.

Every time the rain returns, it is astounded by the growth it sees.

But the growth of one is not enough, and others sprout up near it singing the same praises.