The smell of earth,ha... ,
when the first rain touches her,
magical, special ,I do love,
refreshing so welcoming.
The joy of first shower ,
how can I express.
The end of days so hot it says,
be ready to welcome rain .
I do have the wild desire
to run in the first rain drench,
play in with kids ,go rounds,
and feel the rain on me.
Sad but chains of modesty
which on my legs I do wear
stops me to be a peacock,
enjoy the first rain first hand.
For the poet's United's Thursday think tank prompt smell.
