It smells like rain

Like screen porches and grass

Earlier the sky turned gray

Almost green

And the rain sounded like hail

I could see the jagged lines of lightning

Through the blankets of ashen balls of cotton

But now it has passed

And the sky is mostly white

And rain falls softly like snow

Cleansing the earth

Now the grey clouds are breaking

To reveal golden streams

Where the sun has been hiding

Gold on grey forms the deepest lilac

The rain is warm

Delicate droplets would be resting on my hair and cheeks

If I wasn’t safe on my porch

Smelling the rain