Post by Misha
The first storm of the season starts off with only a few drops. Some darkened spots on the pavement that you can keep track of. Then there are no more dry spots on the ground and that smell starts to fill the air. A fattened drop rolls from the petal of a peony and splashes as it hits the black dirt below. And suddenly the rain is everywhere, falling through trees and cascading down windows. Washing the streets and the parked cars.
Up in the mountains it hisses falling on hot ash. Steam mixes with smoke and the firefighters hold their breath.