sixth of may

raingrey day,
until every pore
breathes petrichor.

already anxious
for a late summer lay
on hot cement…

drops hissing
as they hit, steam
back into vapor
so sunset shimmers

between black asphalt
and thunderheads,
reflects off mountainsides.

when i am soaked
to and through
my very skin,

and thunder echoes
from ears to toes
so my soul roars back

until grass grows chill,
until stars breakout
between blowaway clouds.