It’s not about
meteorology,
forecast models,
tornado watches.
It’s about the way
your skin smells
of rain, moving
in from the east–
the way your whispers
echo between my
shoulders — a low
distant thunder–
the way we soak
the sheets with rain,
every time we touch.
It’s not really about
the doppler radar
or the ability to predict
the path of a storm.
It’s all about
the atmosphere,
the science.
It’s just chemistry.
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POEM A DAY APRIL 2015 – PROMPT:
“For today’s prompt, write a science poem. Your poem could be about science in a general sense, but you can also latch onto a specific field or story. Maybe write a poem about the scientific method, or juxtapose science against another idea like love, war, or cuisine. Remember: Science is the springboard; which way you jump is up to you.”
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