Smell of Rain


Rolling thunder, masking the

sounds while her angels in the playroom

cram their fists against their screams.

Fat drops driving against the

broken glass on their lawn,

pitter patter, pitter patter.

His rage exploding like the spray

arcing off the glinting shards.

She wipes her blood off the kitchen tiles.

Convulsing, reminiscent,

the rain smells metallic today.


Leaning against the porch,

she lets the wetness soothe her bruises,

the rain trickling across her face like