sound of rain

I remember that time on the front porch in August

with the sound of rain cleaning the night sky

there was a toy trampoline with a giant innertube

by the light of the streetlamps golden orange

and as the humidity finally traded with its alter ego

we played children shushing in the dark
to hear

the resonance that pervades collected vessels

like a seashell that pulls in the song of the ocean

for there was such a thing at one time