NeuroDivine

The rain beats softly on the glass;
the ward keeps steady time.
A holiday that will not pause
for weather, will, or rhyme.

Coats drip in corners, umbrellas close
like flowers bruised by rain.
The nurses move with gentle poise
through hours long and plain.

Your blood flows out, your blood flows in—
a tide you cannot sway.
Yet kindness holds you, calm and thin,
through this grey, sodden day.

Outside, the puddles blur the world;
inside, a rhythm stays.
You meet the rain with patient strength
and quiet, steadfast gaze.

Text copyright 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell.