Rachel Buma
The Smell of Rain
The smell of rain
Like a dusty hotness
Fully wet down
Blossoms can’t compare
To the intoxicating aroma
Never recreated
Though many times attempted
The smell blankets the earth
With its quilt of intoxication
Leaving those who scents it
To be raped in its warmth
The sent sends images
Cluttering to the head
Beautiful images
Of mountain ranges
Grass all around
Wind wiping
The mains and tails of stampeding
Horses
While a light rain
Extinguishes the
Dust clouds rolling behind
This beauty manifests its self
In a single drop
Leaving its silky residue
Clinging to an out stretched hand
The smell of rain
Only exists to those
Who scents it.