TALES WRAPPED IN DEW

Petrichor all around me

Wafting in the whispering wind

Tickling the underside of my chin 

as it courses on with a mischievous grin

Telling me snippets of tales wrapped in dew

Stories that now lie in puddles 

because the earth can soak no more

I wonder if the passers by 

notice the same as I

As they hurry home 

with their lights beaming high

To their 9 pm serials 

and the berating on news channels

and while the rain starts again 

scripted in long hand

Punctuation marks erased off the windshield 
leave wet smears periodically fanned

Windows and umbrellas move heavenwards 

in an attempt to keep heads and phones dry

thwarting the gravity of tropical fury

This is my journey carefully penned

As I proceed to my travels end