It smells like rain
Small droppes spattering in the dust
Holding there, a little liquid stain
And then fading, lost in soil's dry lust
It smells like the wind
The sky burns gray overhead
The yellow trees tormented by howling godsend
The unceasing drizzle spatters living and dead
It smells like lightning
Electricity hanging heavy in the air
Permeating everything -
A sharp crackle in loose hair
It smells like life
Plants blooming, soon
Water come to starved roots, rife -
With potent buds, dreaming of monsoon
It smells like a storm.















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