Storm Relief
I peer out from my sanctuary of filtered air
Each breath, a gift to the lungs
But just beyond, yellow clouds appear
Courtesy of the flora we all live among
I dare not venture beyond this bubble
into the abyss of the bleak.
Where puffy eyes make vision double
and noses perpetually leak
Though I'm held up in my hide out
My anticipation soars
For a storm I'm told to" ride out"
Will cleanse the land once more
Soon the storm is upon my door
In the form of a wind whipped mist
and that pollen's retreating more and more
as the showers begin to persist
A deluge, now upon the town
Of yellow there's scarcely a trace
with every drop that tumbles down
A particulate gets erased
I step outside, the world to greet
On the wind is the scent of the shore
inhale deeply, air so sweet
I can feel it in every pore
Fragrance of rain contest,Joe Inca,17nov13
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