So sweet the scent of gentle rain
That cleanses skin on nature’s breast –
The patter of its soft refrain
Awakens earth that was at rest.
The blood of gods, its fragrance pure,
Feeds the womb of hungry spores
And floating free, their fresh allure;
Bouquets of life that breed and soar,
To quench the memories of we
Who now run carefree in the fields
And drink in all we smell and see,
The redolence of natures yields.
Again the soft rain gently falls
The sweet ambrosia we recall.
Craig Cornish, Written Nov. 11, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's Fragrance of Rain Contest