finally

When it rains, it pours.

Finally the sky opened up and it rained. The concrete was warm under my feet as the cool rain hit it. I walked back and forth up and down my driveway, splashing my feet, watching the drops fall from the sky and rooftop into the quickly forming puddles. I tried to stop the rivers from flowing into the storm drain, tried to divert it like a dam, to no avail. The smell of paint from the freshly painted deck above is hidden under the smell of moisture. I'm hoping for drop marks in the paint, revenge on my landlord for choosing today to paint. The air smells heavy and warm, mouthfuls of moist air with every intake of breath. My K-Way is soaked, still dripping from the moments in the thick of it. The brightness of the evening prevents the count from lightning to thunder, but the lessening of rain and opening of sky suggests the moment is over almost as quickly as it began.