Not a heavy rain.
Certainly not enough rain.
The first rain here in months.
The scent of it is sweet.
The sound of it is like a drum gently beating
the rhythm of a blessing
for the parched earth.
It lasted only twenty minutes or so.
Like someone taking a not yet empty plate
or a not completely read book
away from me.
My heart cries, “Wait! I wasn’t finished yet.”