Memory laden Raindrops

Raindrops dripping from the wet roof, now
remind me of rainy days before
and now, as then, the sun returns.

Bless-you-ing

I hear someone in the bathroom,
Sniffing and sneezing.
I know it must be one of my little brothers.

Who is it? I call.
I start running through names.
No answer.
I go check.

Why didn’t you answer?
I ask sternly.
He looks guilty.

What were you doing?
I was bless-you-ing,
He happily replies