The scent of rain
is an odd thing.
On the prairie
you can smell it
miles away,
brought on the wind
and see it
streaking greyly
down to earth.

Rain smells like
wet earth
and stone,
and green,
and clean air,
and sometimes
just a hint of ozone
when a storm comes.

Around here,
rain rarely falls
gentle on the earth.
It is torrential,
or teasing,
refusing to fall.

But you can always
smell when the
rain comes
from far away,
and tantalizes
those afflicted
by drought
or thirst.