rain drops keep falling on my head.

Just when you think
it is all way too complicated,
and your pink lemonade
seems sour,
and the red on your fingertips
Makes your skin pale;
The willow tree in my
front yard
picks up the autumn
breeze and blows
orange and yellow
polka dots all over my yard.
The branches whistle
for the wet droplets,
bathing on the top,
to slither down
from their puddle
and
smatter my hair
sprayed pony tail
into reckless abandon