There’s a certain force of the rain that flows
That brings the scent to the forefront and grows
On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey
Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play
It only comes when it first starts to rain
Smell that pleases the senses without pain
Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up
No scent can compare to this smell close-up
At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell
Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell
Aroma like floating grainy gruffness
Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness
The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain
Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey
Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
Sponsor: nette onclaud
11/16/2013
Categories:
stonewash, life, nature, rain,
Form: Sonnet