THE SCENT OF RAIN A'COMING,
THICKENING THE AIR SO PUNGENT.
MAKING FOLIAGE AND SOIL SO INDULGENT.
THE DAMPNESS IS ABSORBED, BY ROOTS EVER SO GRATEFUL.
ADAPTING TO THE SEASONS, WITH CLOUDS SO FAITHFUL.
ACCUMULATING MOISTURE BY RISING AIR. SATURATED BY CONDENSATION.
GATHERED IN THE ATMOSPHERE, A CYCLE OF COMPENSATION.
TURNING DOWNWARD AS A TRICKLE,
HEIGHTENING THE STREAM, BROADENING A RIVER. EMPTYING RESERVES EVER SO FICKLE,
THUNDEROUS CLOUDS BLOCKING A SUNBEAM, MAKING DRENCHED SOULS SHIVER.
THE INNOCENT PAIN SUCCUMBING,
WETTENED SPROUTS GROW EXULTANT IN FERTILE DIRT, ABUNDANT.
AND THE SMELL OF RAIN ALREADY FALLEN, LINGER AS A PROMISE TRAPPED IN DEW
AS IN EVEN THE HARDENED DESERT, LIFE BEGINS ANEW.
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