Blessing

Rain, a blessed event, 
smacks down the pollen
and wipes all surfaces clean.

No longer yellow,
the air we breathe is now moist,
as to rating: Choice;

so fresh, so inevitably followed
with new sense of life
and health and purpose.

So breathe air in, 
give thanks to clouds above
that give respite
to heaven’s indelible sun
that, despite, we love;

but, sometimes, require space
to clear out our lungs
and breathe the oxygen of grace
when in time it comes.