Rain

I scan the sky the way others study a lover’s face. It is all I have. Three nights ago when I went out to urinate, the smell of rain was so rich I couldn’t get enough of it. I turned my face to the invisible sky & stood there taking great deep breaths, drawing the strange air into my nostrils, & when I went back in my glasses were so wet I had to grope for a cloth — swatch of cotton softer than any skin.