Spring Rain

The smell of moisture in the air
Sound of thunder in the distance
I catch a flash in the corner of my eye
Lightning lights up the sky
The pavement darkens, the auroma hits me
I’m brought back to a place in my past
I take off my shoes and dance
The rain washes away the years
For a moment I am young again
I forget the present and its trouble
Then as quickly as it started
The rain slowly fades away
The past diminishes into the darkness
Life returns and so must I
I lock this memory away
Keep it until the next spring rain

© Paul Hutton / The Remade 2012

*Paul is a friend of mine from up here in the Poconos. He has been sharing his poetry with me a bit the past couple of months and texted me this one the other day, and I just had to feature it… I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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