by Jai Hayes
Rain poured down in the morning,
but the afternoon was wrapped in a sunny glow.
I walk the streets in search of my lost keys.
I catch the faint scent of cherry tobacco,
the kind my grandfather used to smoke.
A red fire engine wails down the street
splashing fresh rain water onto a storefront window
creating a kaleidoscipe of cascading colors.
I can see grandpa smiling in the rainbow.
I look down
There are my keys.
Jai is a senior English major. Her poem first appeared in the Xavier student literary magazine New Voices Vol. 15 (2008): 43.