Challenging Poetry

our garden in the rain

The dogwoods are blooming,
soft white blossoms reminding me of
cups at the end of every branch,
ready to catch the drumming rain
and release it in larger splashes
to the ground below
where azaleas blaze fluorescent beacons
almost too rich to feel natural.
The air is thick with rain and pollen
and scent, and more humidity
so much that it hurts to breathe
overwhelming me with water
and perfume that holds all the colors
and flavors of spring.

April 15—Botany—explore the flora of your region! Somehow include at least 3 of the 5 senses.