The thing about rainfall

There’s a filter in the air
A chill that scares heat
A humming whisper
That the waters are here
From bleeding skies

It creeps in like a thought
Leads the restless to bliss
Or concocting disasters
Some come back to hunt
Nine months after

The scent of rain juggles
Capsules of memories
It knocks on rooftops
And soft pounding hearts
Ushering in a certain mood

Vera