in the rain

your brother
once,
not getting his way
stood out in the rain
when pouting.
you were a year
apart, twelve
and eleven.
he being older
and wiser, this
seemed strange
and foolish
to stand in the rain,
in the cold.
and yet it
was brilliant
too, i want to
get sick and die,
he said. which
brought your
mother running,
stepping right
past your happy
self, ignoring
you.