Pressing my nose against the screen
I smell the rain
Falling on the fuzzy sumac
A passing car kicks up a swirl of khaki
Settling,
Drifting,
On thick-veined leaves.
A film of iridescent algae
surface tension,
reflecting heavens
for the strider to skate upon.
The gentle hiss
Of droplets
Reaching home.
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