Awake, Again

After a deep rainfall, when the sky was tinted yellow-green and everything swirled and glimmered, I rode home with Amy. The power had dropped-out before, but lights were awake again. The air held that post-rain scent. All was quiet.

And there, in someone's front yard: the luminous green glow of a firefly (the first I've seen this year) winked on...

Then off.