Southern Magnolias after the Rain
Late this afternoon, a small thunderstorm popped up,
leaving everything soaked.
Afterward, I took my dogs out for a walk.
The steam rose from the street puddles,
the sun peeked through departing clouds,
and the intoxicating perfume of magnolia blossoms
hung heavy in the humid air.
When I am very, very old and remembering my life,
I hope I recall what it's like to walk by magnolia blossoms after a summer rain.
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