Through the Lens of Rain

Living in the desert,
where you can discern the weather,
the seasons in the scent of the dust
has given me an appreciation of
the simple magic of rain;
once familiar, ordinary, forgettable,
now an event, when the city stops,
sets aside whatever busies its hands, minds,
and sighs in the cool relief of clarity,
when I open my eyes wide and
see what is
instead of squinting hard to keep out
the light that is too harsh,
that burns too insistently, that makes my head ache,
reeling with unsought vision.

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