Rain
A smell; a fragrance in the air
A sense, something on its way
A feeling in my bones
A distant sound, barely heard
Pitter pat, pitter pat
A clink, a clang
Tap, tap, tap
Pitter pat, pitter pat
Tires on wet pavement
Rushing winds
Drumming on roof tops
Grass glistening green Read more…
Cheryl Birch 