Tonight's Poet Corner: Random Rain

Random Rain

the kind that
starts with excited thunder
eager to start a marching band,
and the snare drums of the

patter-patter-patter
drum on hollow roofs where
everyone wears headphones and
doesn't hear the percussion,

but the wind blows
just enough
so that the smell
wafts through the open window,
sweetens you, lifts you
with the petrichor
and the ambiance of a
brand new autumn.