Smell the Rain
I smell the rain
When settled dust
Upon a field of flowers
Dances in the four winds,
And moist air encircles me.
I see the rain
Like a man's fist
On an outstretched arm
Rolling back its sleeve.
As it swings with strength,
I hear the rain.
The thunder rolls;
Light crackles and flashes
In the distance; from above,
When I cannot escape,
I feel the rain
Soaking into my clothes;
As I run for shelter
Under the rickety porch,
Breathless, at its cedar post
I taste the rain
In coupled hands.
As it streams down
The weathered tin roof
In veils of cascades,
I know the rain
Will wash away the dust
And paint the earth and sky
With puddles and bows;
When the storm breaks,
I love the rain.
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