Without
asking it fills you
As
thunder rolls around your shoulders
And
those first crashing drops
Smack
down with force
Water
passionately kissing earth
Dirt
hissing, aerosolised
Rock
yeilding its mineral secrets
For
the promise of rain
Air
ionised and charged
As
if expectation could have its own scent
This
living planet exhaling
Its
breath in our face
Like
the musky sweat of a lover
Gathering
us in an embrace
Or
the milky tang of a mother
Who
tucks us gently into the warm bed
Of
yet another wet season storm
© shaun
patrick green 2018
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