Poem: Rain After Dark on August 26th

What is that sound?
a pattering?
a petting?
That hands of Poseidon
have dissolved into tiny dreamwork evaporates
held high hovering for a while
to pull our aspirations upward
and after summer’s long sun lashing heat,
descend in millions
to soothe us now like tickling fingers
rushing back to Gaia
— and with aroma
Oh, that scent!
I love that smell
I love the smell of rain
essential oil of cloud
squeezed and squeezed
into body therapy
for the nostrils thirsty dry
a caress from the long arm of our Ocean Lover,
land and sea rejoined again in ecstasy.