Frozen tears fell from the sky
And the people had never seen it before
A miracle
A myth
A people as one
Shite and Curd alike
Iraqis,
Saw snow today.
The silence was deafening
And for a brief moment
Nature commanded
The attention of all
And people didn't call one another to see who had lived
Through the bombings
They called one another
To witness the white cotton rain
None in three generations
Of Baghdad had seen or remembered
Such a thing.
And I could not recall
When nature's peace
Made the front page
And didn't kill anyone.