Storm Relief

I peer out from my sanctuary of filtered air Each breath, a gift to the lungs But just beyond, yellow clouds appear Courtesy of the flora we all live among I dare not venture beyond this bubble into the abyss of the bleak. Where puffy eyes make vision double and noses perpetually leak Though I'm held up in my hide out My anticipation soars For a storm I'm told to" ride out" Will cleanse the land once more Soon the storm is upon my door In the form of a wind whipped mist and that pollen's retreating more and more as the showers begin to persist A deluge, now upon the town Of yellow there's scarcely a trace with every drop that tumbles down A particulate gets erased I step outside, the world to greet On the wind is the scent of the shore inhale deeply, air so sweet I can feel it in every pore Fragrance of rain contest,Joe Inca,17nov13