On Watching Rain Hit Asphalt
Hot pavement burning blacktop
Graying clouds threatening skies
Open up hearts and release tears
Heaving, flowing, pounding tears
Mixing with heat creating steam
And that musty smell left
Wafting through the air
Emerging from small, black ponds
The world finds relief
And breathes coolness once more
Nothing left but the sound of small streams
Flowing towards ancient railroad tracks
Finding a way to the river
The ebb and flow of nature
Small trickle to rapid current
The world finds relief
And breathes coolness once more
