Laying in the sweet grassy clover
A new scent drifts in the breeze
One I long for now and again
And again it's distinct fragrance energizes me.
In the distance I see the sky change
No longer dreary and overcast
I wait for the moment as the smell grows stronger
But my impatience gets the best of me.
I breathe deeply as I stand and reach for what comes
A slight rumble of warning to take shelter
My body eager for that caress
Finally...a cool refreshing bead lands on my nose.
Wait for it...drop...drip...drip, drip
Rain sprinkles down slowly becoming a shower
Every drop saturates my being...my consciousness
I hold my arms wide as the downpour envelopes me.
Then lightening illuminates the heavens
I know I should run, but I can't help but skip
I am giddy in the cascading patter as I head indoors
Nose to an open screen, I take in the scent from my front door.
Author notes
I love the rain. Even more, I love the smell of rain.
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- The Rain by Dragonbabyx3.
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Comments
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I agree with everthing that Star Girl said, except that rain doesnt have a smell! I love the smell of the rain, This is a beautiful piece! and I really enjoyed reading! THankyou for entering my contest, and Good Luck!
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I liked it. It was very creative,and I agree rain is very fun and magical.
I liked how you described rain so well!
Though I didn't know Rain had a smell...
Nice job, and keep writing.
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rain is magical...and as us said the smell of it...
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