no rumble of thunder,

no preamble,

no change in the light,

just a break in the clouds

a break in the weather,

I pull open the sash window

and breathe it in,


fluid on stone,

deep breaths

dry and wet, simultaneously,

rain falling, falling in droplets



cloudburst on dry soil

and dry leaves

which glisten and shake

with the weight of water

falling on them from the sky,

flower heads bend on the stem

bruised and bowed beneath the downpour,

slick concrete gleams

in the early evening light,

the Earth inhales

and nature drinks deep.


A poem inspired by a brief break in the extraordinary summer that we are currently having in the UK! I was trying to convey that very lovely and particular smell that happens when rain falls on dry soil…  


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