After-Rain


In the dust-blown desert,

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

with freshness. 
The air is charged with energy and 

the sweet earthy  petrichor. 

We breathe it in, we breathe it out. 
 

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