Post-fire poem

Post-fire Pulse

I have been waiting for that day

The day when rain falls over ash and charcoal

Like a stone

Falling on the ground without any obstacle.

The soil is dark, dry, and warm

Droplets are instantaneously transformed into vapor

Releasing a perfume

Where an invisible layer prevents soil and water to blend.

Out of my sight a situation evolves

Water starts flowing out of nowhere

Initially, small and shy

Rapidly evolving into a wrath of mud and debris.

Later becoming a uncontrollable giant

Bending trees, walls and bridges.

A dark turbulent flow

Tearing man-made structures and life apart. 

Until the moment when calm arrives

The flow gently goes quiet and unnoticeable

Slow and uneven

Leaving only black and emptiness behind.