After the Rain

A Wednesday Poetry Club Poem

After the Rain

After the rain ran its course,
The city crawled from its covers.
And shook off the droplets,
Like some huge hound.
A million mouths
Of worn out drains,
Strained to swallow
The afternoon deluge.
A smell as new as birth,
Rose from the wet;
Passing through nostrils
Of steaming sidewalks.
Stepping from our doorway protection
Into rays of found again sunshine,
We walked to the corner crosswalk
And entered a street called life.