Sunshower

To watch the shower move down
the length of the street, and continue,

made me aware the gift given to me
was stepping outside just then to witness

the rain darkening the asphalt, to observe
the line between wet and dry diminish

until the rain reached me, and in its wake,
to inhale the olfactory stimulant

of ionized air. That such a natural event
inspires a child’s laughter and distinguishes

itself as a perfect oxymoron, is
testimony to its definition, especially after

I return inside, to savor prismed raindrops
beading the lenses of my glasses.

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