-the great disturbance of 2021-

there seems to be an outside disturbance of some kind.

I’m five floors up with a balcony which serves to be more

of an observational platform than a concrete slab to sit upon and have a beer.

besides, it’s raining and early April cold.

but to the north, the expansive river view is always rewarding.

the disturbance is heard to be at ground level, and

close to the building’s main entrance, a periodic rumbling

as in the dragging of multiple heavy objects across a pavement.

tornadoes enter with sounds like this; a deep rumbling

just before everything's jostled to the wrong place.

but my investigation is interrupted by a recorded call

from the pharmacy informing me that my prescription

is filled and ready for pick-up.

from the balcony, the commotion is subsiding,

and the wind has increased slightly from the northeast.

but the rain has stopped without leaving behind a scent of itself

which my precision-honed sensibilities find inexcusable.

I anticipate the scent left behind from the rain, and I expect

to be so informed.

I suspect the phenomenon of post rainfall scent is best served

during the mid summer months, and at street level, where the scent

of metal seems to be pronounced above lesser scents, with the exception

of the baseball park whose scent of anticipation is more clearly

defined when experienced immediately after the rain.

on the inside, the sink's clean and utensils are properly stored within

the conveniently compartmentalized drawer, so the time is ripe to move along;

to incorporate the more mundane characteristics of a life well lived. 

so I’m off to the pharmacy to pick-up my prescription.