First Raindrops

Maria Flores was born with an uncommon share of beauty,
Uncommon even for the beautiful women of Monterrey, Mexico.
She was born the same day the drought ended,
Her newborn tears spilling onto the hospital floor
As the first raindrops blessed the parched flora of her homeland;
Her wails the harbinger of the echoing thunder and lightning
That brightened the stormy city skyline.
When she was young Maria’s father would recount the night of her birth.
He said the fires that raged throughout the countryside that year
Were swallowed up by her spirit,
That she saved the city, and
Brought joy not only to her family but to an entire generation.
The story always made Maria feel special.
And such was her father’s talent,
To make her feel as though she were a gift to the world.

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