I Ask You
What is that wonderful smell
when a rain shower passes
on a warm summer day?
Is it the fragrance of a new beginning,
quenching us with the exuberance
of youthful joy, a sweet wisp of hope
for the earth to embrace,
a cleansing, a freshness of favor,
a cause for the celebration of life?
I ask you then,
if it is all of that,
why would anyone
with any sense of poetic license
want to own an umbrella?
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