I cried when I read your poem

       Disparate trajectories, ideological refugees, each fleeing a regime, chasing dreams, only to meet oceans away, on freer shores. I thank you for being there. I thank you for those cheers. I thank you for sharing my tears. You were there; that's all I can say. Yes, I understand. I understand. So thank you, thank you.

...into each life a little rain must fall.