parched as a runner
at marathon’s end
rain comes suddenly
lightning forking the darkened sky,
the popping of thunder
gun-like and stark:
a reminder of nature’s strength,
frightening and exquisitely powerful.
Within seconds, water is sliding
over rocks and dirt
and pooling in puddles.
From the earth arises
a fragrance that pricks the nose
The air is charged with energy and
the sweet earthy petrichor.
We breathe it in, we breathe it out.