Cloudburst
I watch in his eyes,
a rainstorm
fall over fields of hay.
The plants grow heavy in this
cloudburst.
The horses pay no attention to this
sudden change of conditions.
A luscious smell of dew and grass
rises above all this.
And I watch it come to be
through a cracked mirror.
A yellow school bus drifts on top
of ash puddles in the road.
As the breath of many children fog the windows.
I press my lips to the surface
to taste the rain
that now resides in small droplets.
Gathering my reflection.
By: Brandi Deacon
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