Waiting for the Rain

There was a sense of it that morning,

a striking mauve sky and touch 

of humidity; the air just felt heavy.

The clouds built all day; giant swells

like ocean-foaming waves almost

obscured the blue; the winds

increased after the day’s heat,

and then in the distance I saw a wall 

of gray, a sheet drawn down 

to the horizon; showers were on

the way.  There was this whoosh

like a trumpet herald

before a steady sprinkle began. 

I stepped outside to catch that first 

clean smell of water hitting earth,

reminding me of an incense offering —

thanks given for the renewal 

that comes with rain.

—C.L. Fisher, June 2020

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