Rows of green
In the black dirt
Stretching on and on
Curving down toward the river
A spattering rain sounds
like popcorn on the leaves
Making the plants dance

From my porch
I sniff the ozone
Distant thunder rolls
I Close my eyes
Listen to the rain
Earth scents brush past
On the cool breeze

Rabbits think they're hiding
But I see a few
Beneath the leaves
Of carrots and tomatoes
Eyes wide 
Watching for a chance
To dine and dash


By Diane E. Dockum
© April 2, 2023
for Marble Hill Press, April 3, 2023