Rain / by Karie Luidens


It rained on Monday afternoon. It was brief and torrid. I honestly can’t remember when we last had any rain here; New Mexico is arid by nature, and 2018 has thus far been a year of severe drought, the third driest on record. The scent of petrichor blew in before the rain itself, triggering an old, animal memory within me. Ah yes—clouds, thunder, moisture, coolness, the percussion of showers on a metal roof. Welcome.