I had forgotten how the rain sounds
when it falls on leaves, stiffened
in windless weeks, smoked
to a crisp. Portentous orangeness
clung like viscous ghost, hanging
‘round horizon; in heavy robe, haunting
us. Goading us. With every growing sun
light darkened in a lifeless sky. We
breathed in short breaths, lungs coated
with grime. Time slowed, each second
choked. No where to hide, we froze.
It broke. And blue view spoke,
‘tween clouds pockmarking heavens
we forgot existed. Oasis of air,
freed by westerlies — onshore breeze,
blew life into our lungs
once again. Wet. Clean. Free.
~ Emily C.