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.