Nothing.
Nothing surpasses the scent of rain in the desert.
Raindrops meeting ground smell like hope.
Each droplet washes dust from the air.
Those first tentative splashes
hold every scent the sky has held.
Millions of them combine
to baptize a world hazy with heat and baked too long.
Life pours out of the sky
washing
renewing
cooling
calming.
As clouds loosen their purse strings,
Heaven sighs,
Earth relaxes,
and the two settle into each others arms
like a long married couple.
Paths fill with every scent washed from the air,
puddles grow and overflow with evaporated life,
temporary ponds hold every drop of love the sky bestows.
And the land
savors this elixir,
love potion extraordinaire.
Flooded water retention basin after a desert rainstorm.
I created this poem in response to a writing prompt from WordPress: “What’s your favorite smell?”
The photo I took earlier this week after far too many months of no rain here in the Phoenix area. Normally, this scene is an open expanse of grass, but after an hour of rain, it became a temporary pond, drawing out every desert dweller in the neighborhood.
Kami's Beautiful Morning 