this way I still don’t expect it to (rain
at mid-day. the sky turns
eyes dilate with the light dying.
then I smell it— the thin dust in the air.
wind picks up and toys with trees
bending their backs as far as they will go.
thunder so close now—
for an instant it is just I and lightning
linking earth to sky.
this kind of rain leaves me (my mouth open
tasting the charged air no time to exhale
until the torrent unswells slows down.
finally a calm— clouds turning lambs.
water slips and slides along familiar maps
whirls twirls drains.
outlines contours colours as
only visible under the paintbrush of rain.
its tiny feet leaving
clean prints everywhere.
the world looks up with countless raindrops on
its eyelashes (washed atoned brighter—
gets carried away on new water.
Savannah Rain, West Africa - Daniela Elza
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