WHEN joy rains down 
 like paint falling from a clear sky, 
 and laughter streaks across pavement, 
 turning the rain into a riot of color, 
 then do I understand togetherness: 
 two parts dignity, 
 and three parts vulnerability, 
 this wonderful mess that is our lives -- 
 hues, pavement and water: 
 time, place, and love.