Day 25 – Summer Storm

Summer Storm

Pattering, splashing,
So loud you cannot hear the world think.

The sidewalk becomes slick,
The sky wild-eyed.

Everything smells clean,
From the dirt and the grime,
At least for a small while.

I touch the rain, let it run down,
Soak my skin,
The taste of something new.

It feels like the end of the world,
But there are lighter clouds against the horizon,
Baby blue.

I hope.

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