The sweet smell of rain is what comes to me
when I break blown out light bulbs on the midnight
side street that shines like water with bits of reflective
granite and clicks and taps like a rusted metal drum
in a down pour when my dogs claws scritch and scratch
across it with every paw stroke of his excited trotting.
The sweet smell of rain is what comes to me
when the bulbs pop like a child's gasping after
knuckles are struck with disciplines ruler and the shards
settle like stars winking out just after a baseball
strikes the bridge of your nose and you understand your life
doesnt flash before your eyes unless youre really going to
die.
The sweet smell of rain is what comes to me
some dry summer nights when i walk my dog around
the empty cul de sacs and the trees lean over real close
to catch a taste of the rain they've been thirsting for
or perhaps
to take a swipe at my dog as he lifts his hind leg again.
