Rain.
With the back porch door open.
And all the windows welcoming
The fresh, cool breeze the thunder brings.
Me.
At the kitchen table reading.
The potatoes boiling on the stove.
And the leftover vegetables for my stock
Make the rain smell like
Basil, red and green peppers, scallions.
The plop-plop-plop sound of boiling water.
And the click-clack-clack of heavy rain.
A boom of thunder.
This is a hearty, warm home.
