Rain On a Summer Day
A poem of the scents of summer
The air cools, the leaves of the trees lift
And flutter in the rising wind.
The clouded sky casts no shadows
But gives the light an almost luminous clarity.
I look across the yard, past the trees
And the old wire fence
To the rusted tin shed across the alley.
The still bare branches of a pin oak tree
Scratch across its roof as the wind grows.
The neither pink nor red blossoms
On the dark branches of an untamed Japonica
Seem to float in front of the rusted tin shed
And glow in the unusual light.
The wind builds and carries the smell of rain
Spattered on hot pavement
And the scent of fresh-cut grass
The rain is close.
A few drops, fat drops, of rain begin to fall
Then the wind dies and the rain fades, stops.
Just a tease.
Then the wind grows, and I hear the roar
Of the approaching rain
The real rain
And it’s a torrent.
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This story was originally posted on Medium.
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About the Creator
Blaine Coleman
I enjoy a quiet retirement with my life partner and our three dogs.
It is the little joys in life that matter.
I write fiction and some nonfiction.
A student of life, the flow of the Tao leads me on this plane of existence.
Spirit is Life.
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