by the steamy early July rain.
But does the sudden influx of gunpowder and nitrites
into the atmosphere precipitate the rain?
Or does the Great Water-Calling Dragon of the Sky--
try to vanquish the Great Fire-Spitting Toad of the Earth?
Of course I love the smell of gunpowder in the evening.
It makes us feel...different. Don't tell me you don't inhale.