The Scent of Rain

Once again, the rains have passed us by.  Each day for the last several the National Weather Service has shown us to have a significant chance of rain.  Heavy showers have fallen in many places around us, but we received only 1/10 of an inch.  It is dry.

First a hint of puffy white

Appears up in the sky

Then slowly grows and grows and grows

Until it fills the eye.

The promise of the quenching drops

Wafts across the land

On gentle breezes flowing by

This parched and weary strand.

The leaden gray with streaks of light

Approaches from the west

With winds that cool the sultry land

And promise moist rest.

The sand that stings flows ever higher,

The cattle turn their back,

The storm clouds flow across the land,

The sky turns nearly black.

But, soon it passes on its way

Its promise hoped in vain

Leaving nothing here behind

Except a scent of rain.