Thoughts on Early Morning Rain

This happened yesterday as I enjoyed the first coffee of the day.leaves-and-autumn-rain

The early morning rain falls gently

the drops spaced out so evenly

one may walk between them

without becoming wet.


The drops stir up scents of earth

and leaves and fresh mown grass,

a sacred autumnal fragrance

unmatched by mall store candles.


The pleasant petrichor rises up,

mixes with the bitter sweetness of my coffee.

I inhale November’s tonic, savoring this,

the only vintage of the year.

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