The smell of wet asphalt
Rolls up off the parking lot
The urban equivalent of wet dog
The rain is half-hearted
Not the purposeful anger
Of a thunderstorm
Intent on reminding us
How powerless we really are
No, this is the kind of rain
When it gets so humid
That the greedy clouds just can't hold any more
And the excess slowly bleeds off
Reluctantly supplying some relief
A melancholy moisture
Fit for a Friday
At the end of a very long week
A respite of rain
Before a glorious weekend
Sent from my iPhone
Friday, June 22, 2012
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