When it rains, there
are flowers that smell
like they are brewed

Earl Grey, soaking
in April's cup, a fancy
girl with curls

taking an empty plate
away with a half
eaten piece of cantaloupe

touching her tip,
a fallen tree becoming
hollow and green,

men and women
opening umbrellas
for each other and

themselves in the
streets, a white
sky--- when it

rains, what comes
down is clean
and cold and the

fresh rain makes
the best Earl Grey