The news of rain reaches my nose first
Dissipating dust, heat and the opening of plant pores waft into my bedroom window
Just above my half sleeping form
I become alert, breathe more easily as I cool and everything around me cools.
Between exhales of relief, the tension of hot days evaporating,
I grieve
Tomatoes, melons, children from my past, friendships with elders
That will never reach their full fruition.
