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The smell of that summer rain
The smell of that Summer rain
As it falls so gentle on my skin
The warmth of the droplets calms me within
This late august rain whispers my name
I lay among this shower as the clouds eagerly came
I hear nothing but her breath, the wind sings
Humid a little bit so the water will softly singe
The moisture of the clouds lips
The vapor gives me a heated kiss
Soaked in this moment, drenched in this
Gift of bliss when you pour I won't flee
Here I stand you can subtly bombard me
All that scarred me will wash away with ease
In this dog day drizzle my soul is appeased
Her smell relaxes me, I feel so much at peace
Her smile is like liquid sunshine
Because even through monsoons
The sun eventually breaks free.
© Coldaugust aka P.O.P
Sometimes we have to really STOP...... then bask and appreciate the song nature sings to us.
P.O.P
