It’s raining.

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.”