I Love the Smell of Rain
Breathing in the scent of the hot summer rain...
Memories of long ago summer days, playing in the street after a storm.
Splashing and laughing.
The good memories are many...but I have let the traumatizing ones creep in, take over, consume my being.
I had forgotten that aroma...I had forgotten, all this time, to stop and take it in.
Memories of long ago summer days, playing in the street after a storm.
Splashing and laughing.
The good memories are many...but I have let the traumatizing ones creep in, take over, consume my being.
I had forgotten that aroma...I had forgotten, all this time, to stop and take it in.