The quiet hits me first, the
absence of falling
noise…a billion
drips at once crashing
leaves, grass, branches, vinyl siding
roof tiles
weekend plans…
The sun was hiding as if
as if
embarrassment
were
possible. Clouds;
pushed away
by
unruly
hands making short work,
elbowed and shouldered
aside.
A quick and fierce
glow
cement warms
steams
dream sequence as
air dances
waves of heat sliding upward
taking rain
back
where it
started.
The air sparkles
clean and
new…and
today becomes
what it
should
be.