Smell of rain
The smell of rain is the smell of water and sand The thunder rumbles gently in s distance Satiated and content A quiet breeze blows, ticklin my black plum tree and it sways back in amorous delight The conflux of time and chance brings me here, A product of 400 generations of lust or love Listening to my seeds squabble over video games and make up Outside rain and wind beckon the changing season