Storm
Grey skies
Wind
Cool breeze
Rain
Fresh scent of precipitation falling on hot dry pavement.
Rain, rain come and stay. Come and wash my cares away.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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Oh simple things, where have you gone. I'm getting old and I need something to rely on...
5 comments:
That was so sweet.
You and the weather are wonderful poets.
Thank you both. And welcome priya.
Ahhhh, the smell of rain-wetted cement! (Did I say that right?) It's my favorite smell!
ohh, i haven't thought about that rain cement thing in a long time either. i love that. thanks for reminding me of it. ~blessings, kathleen :)
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