I can smell the earth
after the rain
I can sense its delight
its forgiveness
and its compassion
I can feel a slight chill
after the rain
a breath
a breathing of textured sighs
a whispered kiss
I can smell the grass, the flowers; life
after the rain
I can imagine the gentle hiss, of the escape
its joy of knowing birth
and the freedom of release
I can smell and see the earth
during the rain
petals sodden
joyful, joyful, dancing
and her song of life
smells so good
I love the smell of rain after a dry stretch, in summer! Enjoyed this, Martin. 🙂
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Thanks, Betty 🙂
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Speaking of rain, I’m enjoying your book! 🙂
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I’m glad, thank you, Betty
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Oh! We need rain 💜
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