Scent of rain

 The scent  of rain is the scent of water and sand

The thunder rumbles gently at a distance 

Satiated and content

A quiet breeze blows, tickling 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

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