Rain Smell

Like a horse lifting its head

to strengthen the smell into its nostrils

I declare, “It smells like rain.”

Clouds tease darker, lighter;

flex muscles, lounge under sunshine.

Rain smell evaporates;

rain ripples wet mirages

of heat waves off the pavement

de-evolving into a tar pit.

The molten highway flows

downhill into a parking lot pond

where a missing bolt sinks,

submerges – treasure,

a shiny trinket given

to a dinosaur sweetheart

viewed in iridescent oil leak

swirling in the passing rainstorm.