After the Big Rain

After the big rain even though the air is still,

a ceiling of fluff, navy blue, gray and a little blinding white

rushes across like it’s about to miss a great party.

After the big rain the air is so pure and moist and sweet

I try, again and again, to inhale the entire lake basin’s worth.

After the big rain the man across the woods brings out his barbeque

on his night time spot lit deck.  Even the neighbors are quiet.

The cute guy upstairs and I

catch each other staring up into the silence, agape with wonder,

snap out of it and drive off.

This is how it feels to fall in love with the molecules,

when the miracle on the platter is still the smile of your own star bright eyes.

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