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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