Rain fell in perfect sequence this July.
Opening my mind to breathe in
it’s blissful scent, cradling me away
in thoughts of change.
Change—
for a better day, a better me.

Soon as the rain cleared and refreshed me,
faith disguised as blistering heat
snatched it away
pointing me to the entrance
of my reality
where truth had met light,
shaking hands before I could
properly introduce.

Picture me now, a third wheel
in my own existence.
A back seat driver whose
lost their privilege
to direct, to lead, to control.
In this moment,
I want to smell rain water.