Rain in Ytown


It only rains at street level,
Or just not visible above the lights.
Not one spatter on my windows,
Such a strange delight.



The air smells like rain. Thunder rumbles, a distant roll through dark clouds. Showers ride west winds, pelt seedlings with angry drops as it pours. Sunflowers sway on strong stems and absolutely love it.

PHOTO: coloring on the porch, unfinished drawing.