the scent of rain
You said 3 o’clock right?
So where are you…?
It started raining a few minutes ago
and foolish me forgot my umbrella.
I’ve always loved the scent of rain
the fragrance of purity and another chance.
There are other people with me
under the overhang in front of the theatre.
“Waiting for someone?” asks a woman
she’s about fifty; a veteran of rainy day meetings.
I give a small nod and an even smaller “Yes.”
She smiles in understanding.
“Don’t worry dear, she’ll come.”
I return her smile.