The Scent of Rain

The spring air permeated with humidity,
Its aroma seeps in
Around the windows and under the doors.
The air shudders as the thunder rolls.

Clink, Clink, Clink

The metal roof speaks.
The clinks come, faster and faster and in increasing quantity.
Inner thoughts, barking dogs,
All drowned out by the unleashed cacophony.

The scent of rain
The clinks,
Slow, slow,

Author: Brandon Fischer

University of Texas graduate and beer lover.

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