The heavens, too, fall.

They scatter their showers carelessly, 

Cold drops falling with certainty 

On favored trees, and with decided 

Uncertainty on others.

Did Emily say, “The soul selects its own society?”

The heavens fall aplomb on some. 

The chosen ones feel that they have mattered.

But sometimes here in Oklahoma, 

The showers are scattered,

And we like it that way.

-jenn