Petrichor

It’s the desolate hours of the night

in a sleepy town by the sea.

The exhausted bodies

tremble to the eerie silence before the storm.

The reflection of the lighthouse

dances on uneasy waters.

Sometime after midnight

the heavy air explodes with a thousand thunders.

A nervous cat

sneaks under an old armchair.

A little girl

clutches tightly to her mother’s nightdress.

Two lovers snug into each other

to muffle the intervention.

More flies

buzz drunkenly around a greasy street lamp.

The darkened skies pour suddenly over the deserted streets

and the tin roofs are trampled by the onslaught.

A dusty car in a back alley

shines a glistening yellow.

The distant trees

swing & droop under the weight of the incessant downpour.

The cat stares at the dampened walls

and the lover thrusts deeper.

A colony of ants in an abandoned shed

bask in the petrichor.