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.
the rain smells metallic today.
Leaning against the porch,
she lets the wetness soothe her bruises,
the rain trickling across her face like