petrichor

Here_comes_rain_againCool and damp the streets weave together through the city. The smell of wet leaves and perished earthworms fills the streets. Sodden wool, sweat under layers and car exhaust linger on the slight breeze. Passersby wonder past their bubbles sliding past and colliding. The early sky is grey and mist filled. The air tastes clean yet gritty. The rain has held off for now. Commuters stare at their email frowning. Students pour over books. Storefronts advertise to our consumer nature to buy. The morning slips past as in heralded the sun creeps over the horizon. Lazy in the mist. I stop and send him a welcome to a new day. As I look up this shape behind the clouds the rain starts to fall. Like clockwork people around me open umbrellas and upturn collars and hoods.
Good morning sun.
Good morning city.
Good morning rain.

[Poem] Softly

With the quiet determination
Of toddler seeking cookie
You drew yourself up
Face tilted towards me
Hands balled into fists
Arms pinned to your sides
you were mentally preparing
To say something
You took a deep breath
Blinked
Slowly you broke silence
“Can I have this dance?”
One fist relaxed into a hand
Reached out and found mine
I stood and we whirled