Precipitation

The fog came in early today.
It had been a little cooler but still clear for most of the day.

as i lay on my bed with the window open listening to the street noises below it dawned on me what the noise was, lulling me floating into contented warmth.
it was the swish of car tires on the wet pavement.
it had been raining and i hadn't even noticed, without the smell of rain i miss so much.

And I love the noise of the wet blacktop but it's an insidious moisture that creeps in and wets things here. I miss the fat drops of tropical rain falling on the broad leaves of the sea grape tree outside my window. As I lay under the ceiling fan in the dark, smelling the ozone smell that accompanies these rains. And all is right with the world.